You'd think that, with all the travelling I've done over the years, I'd be a bit organised. Ha! I find that I lack means of connecting the camera to the computer and, until an hour ago, a means of recharging the Kindle. On one of the recent dull days, I got out a canvas and some paints, only to find that I hadn't brought a palette or a palette knife. And where is my second-best box easel?  UK - where else? - whence we shall schlepp it south next time we drive. Still, a bread machine carton can be induced to make an easel of sorts, an old billy can serves as a palette, and I'm sure my brushes, thoroughly washed, will recover from being used for mixing acrylics. All I need now is inspiration and talent. And as for the Kindle, I ordered a charger yesterday on amazon, and a nice young man delivered it to the door this lunch time. If we leave the charger here, it's one fewer thing to carry in future. As for the camera card reader, we'll pick one up tomorrow in Carcassonne, and similarly leave it here - above the water line. 

We're having a lazy time today, having driven a fair bit yesterday. We'd to venture across the frontier into the Hérault yesterday for bits for Martyn's new model railway (Eridge station in the 1950s), so while we were there, dropped in on a former colleague from my working in France days. I hadn't seen him for at least 17 years, and we'd neither of us met each other's partners. He hasn't aged a second since I saw him last - snarl. They live in a little house in a side street two minutes' walk from the sailing harbour in a town on one of the Mediterranean lagoons.   So we sat under a plane tree in their back garden sipping rosé before repairing to the café du port for lunch (excellent value, friendly service, lovely view across the harbour), and all got on like a house on fire. They also have a delightful, if moulting, Jack Russell bitch, which is the nearest I come to being tempted to dog ownership. We got some local recommendations, so clanked home.