Bargemon

I hate air travel and everything that goes with it. However, today's journey to Bristol and the flight to Nice went remarkably smoothly apart from a small hiccup over finding the car park I'd booked.

Once at Nice we were met by George and Ann, Marian's brother and his wife, who drove us to Pip and Bruno's at Bargemon, where they've been staying since Sunday. I think it must be about two years since we were last here and the poor weather they've been having here seems to have improved, at least for a day or two.