A short post tonight because your beloved author has come down with a dose of the man flu, which means he hasn’t done much today with the consequence that he has even less fascinating information to impart than usual, and that’s saying something.

The day has been a perfect one on which to be poorly. Cloudless blue sky and a warm breeze. Like one of those perfect July days in England, except it’s nearing the end of September.

Home sweet home for the last few days

I think in all honesty we have probably stayed a day too long on Camping Municipal de Romains. We are looking forward to the market tomorrow, but other than that we have walked every street in the village, in Sarah’s case several times over, been in most shops and walked over to the famous neighbouring village. There is not much left to do. So after the market we will move on to a fairly nearby site for a change of scenery, but not weather.

Random Provencal house in Mausannes

I did haul myself down to the boulangerie. A man has got to eat you know. I took my camera with me so the blog would not be completely photoless.

Roof of the day

The Basil Cribbage championships have started in earnest today and despite my physical impairment I managed to win the first game, albeit with the deal. Unfortunately after losing the opening game, Sarah, the Booby Fisher of the cribbage world, called a temporary halt to proceedings. I’m expecting an incisive comeback tomorrow and probably a call for a change of venue. Perhaps she will demand a move from the open air arena, where cards get blown away, into Basil’s dimly lit innards. Who knows?*

*If you want to know what an earth this last paragraph is about you will need to read about Bobby Fisher on Wikipedia. He was perhaps the greatest chess genius of all time, but loved to psyche his opponents out with constant demands about the venue, rules or anything else he could think of.