L'heure de l'apéro

Featuring the best rosé on the planet, produced by our local cave coopérative. Provençal rosé has nothing on this, and at 6.50 euros a bottle, it's a bargain! 

S had been off yomping in the Pyrenees  with his walking club for the long weekend (see extras, especially if you are Bundle, because this is where we are going in August). I picked him up at the motorway exit, and once he'd had a bath and got changed, we went to the bar associatif for wine-based refreshment, before taking the remains of the bottle home to accompany frittata with a delicious salad of home-grown tomatoes.

Blazingly hot today; I spent part of the afternoon safely indoors watching the disappointingly brief Wimbledon men's final. I was rooting for Roger but felt really sorry for Cilic.