Sophie is not adjusting well to our early morning starts. A vision of something other than unalloyed loveliness greets me at the front door.
Different types of tomatoes are appearing in the greengrocer nearly every day. These come from near Toulon and were too succulent to ignore.
Pomegranates also make an appearance. On a hot humid evening Angus has started to drink champagne with a smidgen of freshly squeezed pomegranate juice in the bottom of the glass. This adds hints of tartness and depth. The secret is finding pomegranates that are ripe and sweet rather than green and sour.
And so our day comes to an end. Angus has felt strangely unsettled by the unexpected referendum result. In fact both of us have. Rather like the tiredness that comes with a bereavement. Part of this may be due to the increasingly 'shrill' view of the perfidious English on French radio and television.
In a sense a revolution has taken place. Usually 20 year olds are considered as being the most likely revolutionaries. This time it's the 60 somethings who've risen up. What happens when the 20 year olds realize what has happened (and what a difference it will make to their futures ) has yet to be seen.