This.

Just shutters, slumping slightly with age. And a tub of the ubiquitous oleanders which grow so well here. We have a hedge of them in our garden precisely because they flourish with zero attention.

Lovely swim in the morning; air so hot, water just the perfect temperature to refresh, and a nice leisurely chat with I and G. A photo pootle in the early evening, stopping at the market in Montlaur to buy tomatoes and peaches. Home, tomato salad with a glass of rosé, and it was even considerate enough to rain so I didn't have to go and water the garden. Meanwhile S is yomping through snow in the Pyrenees and regretting not having crampons.