Walking along the Voie Verte from Sonnac to Camon along the Hers.  A baby boar scampers along in front of us on the way home, stopping for a lie-down before continuing on his way.  

A tiny village sustained by two farms, one raising cows, the other growing apples, where the church bells toll twice on the hour, in case the workers out in the fields didn’t hear them the first time round.  Breakfast on the little square outside Le Tresor,  House Martins wheeling over-head, occasionally in and out of our room.