… in the Auvergne again. Although I’ve not made it home yet. First thing I had to do was to sweep up a pile of broken glass in Cécile’s workshop. It’s all been properly bagged up and I’ll be going round to someone’s house tomorrow and inserting it into his back passage piece by piece. Such is the Kingdom of Heaven.

It’s 880 kms from Brussels to La Barre des Monts so, leaving Brussels at 16:00, I was parked up by the seaside at 01:30 this morning – motorway all the way – and it’s a long time since I’ve dozed off to sleep to the rhythm of the waves lapping on the shoreline. But awake and off for a wander ready for Cécile’s ferry to dock at 11:00, and 500kms later we were back here.

But for how long? I haven’t a clue. I need to be back in Brussels, Cécile needs to be back with her mother and so we won’t be hanging around. But I’m not going much further tonight. I can’t even focus on the screen. 

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