Renault graveyard

We made it down to chez Waterstone for coffee, via a Sunday car boot sale. And then back to the shops just as they were closing. We got enough for lunch, but neglected to replenish the wine cellar. Quelle horreur!

Later, Stuart and I found 3 bottles of claret in the car bootie and snuck off to the bar to celebrate. Pastis and pression - a beautiful combination.

Boef bourginon à la Bannerman; fine wine; a hands-free flan-eating competition instigated by Claire; a couple of games of bridge; in bed quite early.

No rain tomorrow.