60 kms, hilly. Sunny. Olive groves, vineyards, cute little villages. Have we been cycling around in circles? Who cares?
Samantha getting a fix for her canine addiction.
“Can I buy some windy strawberry eggs, please?” My gift for languages has been a real boon on this trip.
Our local chateau.
Winston Churchill painting the same view (without me in it), 1946.
Warming pan. Get your servants to warm your bed up for you by filling this with hot embers and then putting it between your sheets while you sit around waiting for the electric blanket to be invented.
Samantha drinking me out of house and home with her expensive tastes.
Here’s to: a day well spent. Cheers.