Repose

A day of repose. A lie in and then phoned my folks in St Girons to arrange a rendezvous before they left for the airport. Took them to a flea market. Breezy survived it, having kept me away from junkyards for the last five years. We did find four large old hand made nails to finish the trusses off. Back to Salau and up to the barn with some nibbles and a bottle of rose. Met up with Cecile and Eke on route who joined us for a while. An early night in preparation for another hard week.