Purely coincidental.

Not yet seven am. Sophie's boredom threshold has already been crossed. She's shredded a cushion. Todays pre-breakfast challenge. When presented with the enormity of her crime she reverts to looking innocent. The ' I was framed ' face. The fact she's found lying in the midst of a pile of feathers and foam purely coincidental.

In the local town the end of summer fair. There is a huge pavilion given over to motor homes. There are also lots and lots of stalls displaying security doors, double glazing, reconstituted stone driveways, state of the art sewage systems and solar panels. Angus talks to two sewage men.

Outside, a group of young men relentlessly polish three garishly painted Ford Mustangs. They work for a company called Auto Exotique. The question of who would buy a Ford Mustang in rural France profonde remains unanswered. Auto Exotique also has one of those super stretched Lincoln Town Cars . The young men try, unsuccessfully, to tempt local lovelies into the back with the romantic phrase ' Would you like a turn round the block love ? '. The heirs of Racine and Moliere. 

We have a cup of liquid rust at the cafe and then head home. 

In the absence of passing pilgrims Bob practices frightening facial gestures and barks at the occasional tractor.

Sophie chases red squirrels and radiates irrepressible happiness.