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Sunday 3rd June 2007
Poppies and vineyards
      
So, after about 12 hours sleep, we had a proper French breakfast (at least, in our minds - croissants, jam, coffee, strange cereals) and went for a little walk around the surrounding area. I wonder if I said at any point that this is our two week holiday in France? I dunno. There we are anyway. That picture of the dead vines, yeah, I took that because I thought they looked like piles of bones, human bones . . . or maybe the bones from the limbs of any large-ish mammal. I dunno.
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This looks like more of the same. Note the sunshine. I don't think the sunshine lasted all that long. We had storms on Monday/Tuesday (I'm not sure) and then it was kind of cloudy/sunny but always warm.
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So that chimney-like thing (fifth picture from left here) was kinda weird. As we walked past it, I was thinking, "That sounds like a plane or helicopter or something," but then realised it was coming from the chimney - a kind of low, rumbling noise. I went to check it out and warm air was coming from the chimney and far, far down, at the bottom I think I could see light, but then as soon as I thought this, it had disappeared. I then saw a flash of light, like a camera flash, and nothing after that. A metal ladder was attached to the inside of the chimney, but I thought better of it. Just as I was about to leave, I'm sure I heard the distant strains (barely audible) of Mama Cass singing, "the loneliest kind of lonely," but maybe not . . . perhaps it was Elton John, god save us.
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Erm . . . I think A****** was doing something amusing immediately after dinner. Perhaps covering his eyes and thinking that he had disappeared, as he could no longer see anything. Whatever it was, it seemed to amuse A****** greatly.
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