Two days ago a black kitten came to La Chaise, walked in off the road and said – in kitten speak – I think I shall live here. That is: it allowed itself to be picked up and stroked, made little near-purring noises, accepted some cat croquettes, even put up with...
The sun was making one of its many false attempts to get summer going so I sat in my favourite Perigueux cafe with white wine spritzer, pencil and newspaper open at the cross-word. The car was parked under a tree in the official car-park. The earliest of the...
As irony would have it, rain ceased in the Dordogne the day we arrived home from Spain. And when I say ‘ceased’ I mean just stopped, went away, gradually became a distant memory. Temperatures have soared, we are in the thirties centigrade. Thunderstorms...
So a slow drive back from Spain, so hot (27 C), so sunny, towards La Chaise. A farewell picnic at the Porta Catalana, the last pit stop before the Franco-Spanish border. For once no roadworks round Perpignan! Weather still hot and sunny. We knew we were heading... 
