We were told that they are harmless and very common. We have no idea how many Bess may have eaten as she made her way around the floor of the Garden House. It's our hope that they might be as nutritious as they are apparently safe.
June 28 and Bess is 1 year old.
The day started early as we got up to wish Mike a safe ride as he took on the Ventoux. From her umpire's chair and armed with her starting pistol, Bess ok'd the contestants, correction, contestant, and he was off.
While the mountains were sweating, Bess and I made for the town. Bedoin market provided us with a small cake and as many french shoppers as you could wave a baguette at.
Back at HQ, captain cleat was back and so we embarked on celebrating. I'd remembered to bring a candle. The reaction was impressive.
Bess: 'Huh, no more??!...'
We found Bess a Ferme Savante. An immediate hit and ensured the local population were treated to our farm impressions for the following 2 days.
Balloon fun
This was the most relaxed of holidays; we all hit a bliss state almost instantly. Easy playing in the sun; great cooking; swimming and sun lounging in shifts; an absence of all telecoms; endless naps (sun drenched baby) and beautiful surrounds.
We felt very at home in the hills. But wedding bells were chiming, so onwards to Cannes.
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