I spoke too soon about spring being here (see previous post). Low temperatures, rain and the kind of snow you see on Christmas cards hit us over the next few days. But, by this morning, the skies had cleared by 8:45 a.m. when we all met up at the café, decided what kind of sandwich we wanted for lunch and left the list in the mailbox.
Our route today began in the village of Limbrassac about ten minutes away, took us over the hills, through forests and past farms. The woods are dripping with pale yellow catkins. Streams are rushing along. Ginger biscuits are very, very good when you've been walking for a couple of hours... but not as good as the nap I had after the sandwich-and-beer lunch.
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