Yesterday it poured until about 9am. Then at 10.00am (reluctantly) we went up to the field beside the church to enjoy all the fun and laughter of our village's annual 'Journée Champetre'..
There was a drinks stall; awash with revellers.
A flower stall struggling to contain all the eager buyers, who were desperate to acquire the very best plants.
And a couple of brown cows.
We came away at 10.05am, just as it started to pour again; then it continued to pour for the rest of the day. What larks, eh!