We sleep in a bit later than intended, use the service point and set off on our last bit of convoy travelling, with 32 miles and 1.25 hours on the satnav, not that we need it from here.
Blue sky, more corn and sunflowers and rising temperatures accompany us along the way. The river is sparkling as we cross the bridge into Lussac les Chateaux, where we paused for lunch 20 weeks ago.
Montmorillon is quiet and once we turn off towards the village we don’t pass another car the whole nine miles. Entering the village we see work being done on the chateau walls and the gate is open.
Then a real treat; driving into our lane another field of sunflowers, 100m from home.
Pulling in beside the house all is looking well, thanks to Steve and his mower. Sure there is lots of weeding and strimming, but nothing like the jungle we feared.
Ali opens up the house and finds the power has been interrupted at some point and the [minimal] contents, fruit from last year’s harvest and a small amount of meat has leaked across the floor. It’s unpleasant but soon mopped up, although we decide to leave the house air and stay in the van tonight. The temperature peaks at 32c meaning cold beers are welcome.
Christian comes over from No.6 with all of our mail they have kept for us, and he says he is pleased we are back and healthy.
We enjoy a lovely return home meal of caprese, steak with salad and French fries finished with tiramisu.
All is good, all quiet save for the contented clucks of Christian’s chickens going to roost, and as the sun turns the sky blood red, the evening chorus of frogs.
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