Autumn

... has arrived, unexpectedly. It absolutely chucked it down this morning. During a lull I nipped out to collect a few more figs as I didn't have enough to fill the tart case. After 10 minutes S looked at the deteriorating weather and thoughtfully came up in the car to collect me. The tart was good but I'm sure it would have looked nicer with purple figs (extra). Still, beggars scrumpers can't be choosers.

In other news, Ingrid has arrived from the UK, after a year's absence! Lovely to see her. She has decided to quarantine, so she passed chairs out of her kitchen window and we sat outside while she sat inside, all enjoying a glass of rosé. Just as we finished the bottle, J-L happened along ... we hadn't seen him for a long time, so apero was prolonged with pastis and muscat till we had caught up on his news.