Sunday was to be an activity packed day. Celine arrived early to collect Michelle for a 10 km walk. Paul drove Dave and myself to Bardenac as there was a Brocante cum vide grenier (loft clearance, or car boot sale to us). We were to receive a lift in Celine's car back to Brossac later, where the football tournament was to take place, followed by a dinner dance. It seems my first impression of sleepy villages belied a hotbed of activity.
The Brocante was very good and at around 12 Michelle arrived to look round. Unfortunately we had missed our lift from Celine and ended up walking back to Brossac in the heat of the afternoon, a trek of around 10km along a busy roadway with unrelenting vehicles whizzing by. Michelle and I picked wild marguerites growing by the roadside and put them behind our ears. We stopped for a water break once we had turned left off the main road, and collapsed on the grassy verge to rest our aching feet. After a few minutes we trudged on, only to encounter a large viper in the middle of the road. It made us realise that it could have been in the grass just where we had been sitting a few minutes before.
On the last stretch approaching the village we stopped to take a few pictures of the lovely view over the fields and farm steadings and of the rear of the church, and to examine the pink oxalis growing on the verge.
We arrived in the village hot and thirsty and made straight for the football stadium. This time our team was made up of our host Paul, a couple of ex pat friends and our own young guys from La Giraudiere. They did well but didn't quite make it to the final round.
In the evening we attended the football dinner in the village hall, which gave us further insight into French cuisine, and then after another heat storm of some magnitude, we walked home and flopped into bed.
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