Hardly a civilised start to the day, though, with a drive to Gatwick on dark wet roads. But tea and a bacon sandwich, exorbitant airport prices notwithstanding, tend to restore one's sang-froid. Flight unexceptional, Toulouse nice and mild, hire car serviceable if very shabby - it's worth going round it to spot the new dents and scrapes: ever the conspiracy theorist, I suspect they declare two dents on the contract, then expect the current renter to pay again for five more that the previous renter picked up. Cela dit, the car is competent once you've found out that the 'on' switch for the cruise control is in the armrest - though, as Martyn pointed out, the Toulouse rocade is not really the place to try to workout where the minor controls are.
A 5:00 am start followed by two airport experiences are enough for Day 1, so we haven't ventured far afield today since we arrived. A little stroll up to the girls' shop on the Prom for essentials like saucisson, and jambon de pays for tomorrows saltinbocca. Firewood trip tomorrow, and a visit to our favourite Cave Co-op in Camplong. I have paints, brushes and canvases, so have diversions planned for the forecast days of wet weather. Not sandbag filling just yet, though neighbouring départements are on flood alert.
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