Oyster Sunday, sunny and warm!

We took our guests to Talmont today as Evelyne (my penfriend since I was 15) loves hollyhocks! She was thrilled to see an old churchyard totally overrun with them, and all different colours too! Apparently they don’t grow too well where she lives in Bourg en Bresse.
Then it was home for oysters and some rosé piscine, a term I hadn’t come across before, but Evelyne’s granddaughters tell me that’s what rosé with ice cubes is called! 
To think I’ve been drinking it all this time without knowing that!