The road home

A mixed day weatherwise. Earlier there had been a biblical downpour, but the sky had cleared by the time I went out to St Laurent for some shopping and a quick look at a gallery exhibition. This was the view as I returned home.

S is off in the Ariège for a long walk tomorrow, so I'm having a quiet evening at home. Here's a soundtrack: Sullivan Fortner playing Fantasy, which I happened to come across while trying to work out why the Squeezebox (which streams music to our 40-year old speakers) won't talk to the USB hard disk with all the music on it any more. Sadly I think this problem might be terminal, as Logitech discontinued this wonderful little device years ago, and there's no support for it any more. However, I've plugged the disk into the Mac and discovered an app that will play the music files, so all is not lost.

S Whatsapped me his dinner: a  big plate of massive grilled gambas. I Whatsapped him mine: a G&T and a piece of toast with tuna rillettes. "I hope that's just the starter," he said. Nope!