Seeing me snapping his vine, Alain leant out of his window and demanded I come in for a cooling drink. Thought he meant something like an orange juice with ice. Would have been just the job. But by the time I'd entered, Alain had poured a large scotch and ice. Too late to complain. So slugged it down (needed a stiff drink to recover from the shock of seeing that damned animal's head hanging on Alain's lounge wall - keep forgetting it's there) while Alain downed a massive Ricard. Then the chap from up the road joined us (can never remember his name). Had a bit of a natter about how quickly all the 'summer kids' are growing. They're the kids of hamlet family relatives who visit during the holiday month of August. Known them all for five years now. Hardly recognisable from when I first met them. Some of the girls have developed rather impressive chests and young Christopher's now almost as tall as me (which ain't saying much). Also, his sight's obviously improved and he's ditched his specs, so I can no longer call him 'Speccy'. Still as noisy as ever though.
Staggered out of Alain's about half an hour later. Sozzled before 4pm. Tough living up here in the hills. Went for a dogwalk up the lightning tree to recover. Took some more photos (see two earlier posts). Good job these modern cameras have automatic focus.