Down the road, evening. Bon appetit.

Ludovic seems just a boy to me, but seeing him eating and relaxing outside with younger family and friends, dog, baby, house, slightly thinning hair, he is quite the paterfamilias.

Down the road, evening (Saturday).

We've waited until it's cool enough to walk. The wheat is all cut and the straw lies in loose piles, breathing and relaxing before being baled into great, friendly rolls.

Approach to Bogard, morning (Friday)

A bronze coloured dragonfly perches and hops on the wire of the electric fence like a tightrope walker, sequinned wings quivering in its balancing act, legs flexed in elegant calligraphy.

Tredaniel plan d'eau, afternoon.

Swallows and sand martins from above, trout from below break through the barriers of their elements and gravity to lunge and splash for insects over the surface of the water.