We live in what's called a 'lieu dit'; literally a 'place called'. The best translation would be 'settlement'. It's just a group of houses out in the countryside, that somehow join with others to become a village. How the postman finds us all, I'll never know.
Anyway, last night we held our annual 'lieu dit' party. There were about 30 of us, plus dogs, plus children. My oldest son, Kimbo, had just flown over from Edinburgh with his wife (elbow bottom right) and his two lovely boys (Ollie right, between elbow and Kimbo), and didn't even have time to empty the hire car before being dragged off to eat.
This year we welcomed several new-comers. Two houses have recently been sold and this was our first opportunity to meet them all.
It was a perfect summer evening. Good food (we each brought our own), good wine, and good company. Even Lady Magnon (back to camera) behaved herself..... I, of course, didn't.
To all Froggies, and would-be Froggies, out there, I wish you a happy Quatorze Juillet.