Easter Monday in France profonde. Hot, cloudless and very, very quiet. The German billionaires, accompanied by a small fleet of vans containing retainers and supplies, arrive at the chateau. Brunhilda - the chateau dog - meets Sophie. Neither seems overly impressed. German money versus Polish princess. The Very Old Farmer gets lost on his way back from his daily visit to the churchyard. Two cars and a tractor pass by in the afternoon.
While Sophie helps 'The Font' convert last nights leg of lamb into a curry, Bob and Angus head off for a long walk. There are badgers about. Bob is kept on his lead. From their aggressiveness it must be assumed that this is badger birthing season. Bob returns home with his nose, if not his pride, intact.
The hollow fruit on the Easter Egg is made from that thin layer of coated sugar that you find on the outside of M&M's. It seems almost a shame to eat them. A reminder of the skill sets that still exist in provincial France.
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