Up the road, late afternoon.

This north wind which brought us hail and light snow early this morning is ear-achingly bitter.  We hurry home to a fire, hot food, and an extra hour in bed.

Parc de la Corne de Cerf, Lamballe, afternoon

The second fruiting green figs by the path can wait another month before picking for pickling, but there are plenty of chestnuts, larger and cleaner than our local wild ones.

Down the road, early evening.

Soon we shan't be coming out during this clear, cool hour between Mol's dinner and ours.  The nights will draw in, the clocks fall back, but mornings will be easier .

Tredanial plan d'eau, morning.

A white egret, a grey heron and a black cormorant rise in turn as we approach the water.  A green woodpecker, heard but not seen, cackles as they fly off.