AFTER a leisurely breakfast I try and catch up with a little work promoting November’s album launch shows.

All of a sudden it’s lunch time and Marie-Claude has made magret duck. Adrien is in town and joins us.

I resist the temptation to go for a nap and go it for an hour so’s meander along the country roads and lanes near the mill.

We take a drive into Avoine to pick up some wine then back to the mill for dinner with Dominique, Marie-Claude and their pal Stephane.