There was entertainment in the village square on warm evenings.
Our tomato plants managed to produce a few fruits in spite of the heat waves and drought.
With our visas due to expire on a date in early September we had to be out of the country on that day. Our plan was to leave France in the third week of August and return in mid September, using the rest of our 180 days with the Schengen rules. Brexit had made life very complicated.
We also planned that my brother would join us in September for his first holiday in three years. September is a lovely month to be chez nous. In the middle of August he was having symptoms that suggested he might have Covid. It turned out to be a pulmonary embolism instead and he was admitted to hospital.
After a truly horrendous journey back to the UK on 21st August, taking nineteen hours, we arrived home at 6.30am. Two hours later we had a phone call from a doctor at the hospital to say that my brother was now in intensive care.