Chips in the park

The backblipping is getting later and later. This is Monday evening in the garden of the large domaine in the village, kindly lent to F and B for the evening by their neighbour. Being Belgian, they cooked vast quantities of chips on the spot, courtesy of a cable fed out of their bedroom window, across the street and into the park. The chips were of course served with mayonnaise, and supplemented with spicy chicken drumsticks and plenty of wine, followed by ice cream (farewell, diet). It was a lovely warm evening, and the sheltered area in front of the house was a perfect place to spend it.

In a rather tenuous effort to meet the "link" criterion of Mono Monday, our village links people from Britain, Germany, Belgium and France, who have all ended up here through personal connections.