We seem to have been presenting a moving target for much of this year, and we're keeping to the pattern. We've been entertained away from home twice this week, and shall be starting tomorrow on what will probably be our last drive south of the year. Usual pattern: early Sunday departure, overnight in the Auvergne, shopping in Lézignan (and possibly Camplong...) on Monday, then various trips out from the village by car, on foot or perhaps on bikes if the wind, for once, isn't too strong. We'll be back for a whisker over three weeks before we jet off somewhere else.
As always, it's a shame to be leaving the garden behind just as it's doing so well. We have had good crops of runner beans, and the borlottis have finally begun to set. I'm growing them with a view to shelling and drying them for the winter, so they can wait till we get back. The roses have to some extent welcomed the rain: OK, it plays havoc with the flowers, but at least it's helping them to get established. Just hoping it dries enough during the rest of today to get the grass cut. With the rain and Wednesday's feed, it sure needs it.
We switched off the Scottish independence debate the other night when it degenerated into a slanging match. No amount of hectoring and point scoring, it seems to me, can hide the utter absence of economic, fiscal, monetary, industrial, defence, foreign etc etc policy on the pro-independence side. I don't get a vote, since I'm not a registered voter in the land of my birth. We shall see: as usual the gap is narrowing as polling day approaches.
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