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Margaret has a way with creating instant
'ambience'.
Here, an English rose catches the light of morning sun
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I usually have a bit of a sort out in her 'cabine'
or as I would call it, the shed. This little chappie was waiting under a
plant pot and obliged me by posing and not nipping my bare toes. Ladies
and Gentlemen, A Scorpion. |
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Enough to put a smile on anyone's holiday
face. The pool.
I became pool boy for the week and learned
how to keep it clean and topped up.
Water temperature 29C. |
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My first bike ride was back to my old haunts.
This deep pool has been a favourite for swimming with my family for some
years. |
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The water is checked for cleanliness
every week in the season and a report posted nearby. |
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Un Papillon, qui s'apelle:
Marbled White (Melanargia galathea) |
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Un chat |
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One of my favourite bike rides is
to climb to Coulouma through St Jean de Minervois. Its a long, long climb
but with stunning views out to the Pyrenees and the Mediterranean. Its
sufficiently high for there to be more rainfall and greener grass; even
cows! Best of all is the cycling back: downhill for many miles with hardly
a pedal turn.
Lots and lots of trees... |
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| The day after I arrive is the day of the
village Fete. It starts around lunch time and here you can see the locals
heading for the shade of the trees where huge tables groaning with food
and wine await. |
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Much later, and my own unsteady hand
captures a moment in the festivities. |
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