|The last Plane tree|
|A bleak basin|
Peter had his 66th birthday with Kes commiserating. Time for a unisex hairdresser and a dye job.
We pottered off to Le Segala, but the stone quai had collapsed overwinter so we pushed on - the water levels seemed a bit low at the top of the Midi but we scraped over the watershed OK.
|Parting of the Waters|
Then it was a quiet traipse past old haunts
|VNF dock Toulouse|
Serignac provided the usual free electricity and water so we stayed two days while the weather abated - very pretty in the midst of the orchards but Kes wasn't amused the first day by the bird (aka dog) scaring guns .
Then into Buzet where we are hoping to drop down onto the River Baise. Whilst waiting for the wind and rain to drop, Peter baked gingerbread and Angie found an old Mill building she thought would do up well (over Peter's dead body)!