After an abnormally dry March and April we are now facing an abnormally wet May. The builder, the men that are supposed to be laying the new stone tiles and the firm that have been hired to fit a new pool pump all call to say that they need a spell of good weather to finish off what they've each started. The stone layers, having consulted the weather forecast, think they might be back on Tuesday. In the interim The Rickety Old Farmhouse garden is home to piles of sand, columns of stone and an orange cement mixer. PONettes find piles of sand intriguing. Piles of wet sand are doubly intriguing.
which are borderline breath taking. More Swiss Alps than southern France. Its the number of wild orchids that differentiate this years from last years displays. This morning we walk for forty five minutes along the valley without seeing another soul or a passing car. In a sense the wild flowers really are an early rising dog owners singular gift.
There is something enticingly exotic about this - although for us this hotel is a mundane hours hop across the sea from Toulouse airport :http://www.darahlam.com/gb/our-experiences/the-memory-road.html