I seem to have been to a lot of picnics lately. Last Monday the weekly walk was to have started and finished at the picnic place in Chaumussay, finishing with a picnic lunch (bring your own sandwiches) at the very convenient picnic shelter down by the old station. Unfortunately the weather forecast was for heavy showers so the walk was cancelled but instead walkers were invited to take the picnic lunch to enjoy in the shelter of some friends' barn. A very convivial picnic it turned out to be as the rain poured down outside. We definitely needed the rain!
Nick was back in the UK last week, which was "fête de la musique" week in France. Numerous events were taking place all over the place. On Saturday there was a musical picnic back at the same picnic place at Chaumussay. As Nick was battling his way back to the south coast of England on the UK's hectic motorway network I was enjoying music provided by a string quartet in the company of friends who contributed to the picnic and in glorious sunshine.
I thought I had died and gone to heaven (if heaven is like this I really want to go there) (when the time comes) while poor old Nick was on what Chris Rea called the "road to hell" - the M25. Except of course that at the end of the "road to hell" was a ferry to bring him back to our own little heaven on earth - chez nous.
As always, we had paid nothing to park the car, no entry fee to the event, nothing for the entertainment and the food was lovely. This part of life in France I love most.