We have been here nearly 3 years and in all that time we have only seen one snake. It shot across the road, in front of the car, never to be seen again. Well, now we have seen 3 more, all in the space of two days. The first time was on the beach when Gail went off to 'spend a penny' and came running back scared out of her life. I'm really glad that she wasn't bitten because there wouldn't have been a queue to suck out the venom! Out of curiosity, Tony H and I went off to find it, only to see a yellow backed blur disappear into the scrub. That really got the adrenalin going.
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Sommieres market this morning (sorry if we missed you Harry). As you may have gathered, Sommieres is hot on the visitor trail, and quite rightly so. Everyone enjoyed the experience and even us, hardbitten 'tourist guides',enjoy it as well.
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We have a lazy, boozy lunch on the terrace and Jan produces her famous chicken and mango salad. Steve then offers to hold a musical quiz. Mistake! To hold an even vaguely serious musical quiz, which involves guessing the country of origin of tunes, played either on the flute or piccolo, to a drunken baying crowd is not the smartest thing. Steve takes all the jokes and insults with very good grace, which only further endears him to me. Thanks, Steve.
Sheila kindly presents everyone with a copy of an excellent sketch that she has done. Thank you, Sheila.
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Three of the party are staying in the gite and have decided to hold an impromptu cocktail party. The story is that they have invited the Maire, and for various reasons he can't make it, so his substitute is "Maurice" (Pete). Pete sings several choruses of a song he has written himself to the tune of ' La Mer'. It was hilarious. Thanks Linda, Pete and Tony for their very kind gesture.
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We wander back to the house for my world famous barbecue lamb. My signature dish. And bloody good it is too. Jan just about manages to rustle up a few roast vegetables and dauphinoise potatoes. Needless to say my lamb steals the show.
This is presentation evening. Our MC is Tony Moss. He was a journalist in a previous life and he gives the funniest 'awards' speech imaginable. Everyone gets a prize for their heroic endeavor over the few days. It was very, very funny.
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After the prize giving we head off to the village, because this weekend is the annual Festival du Clown. This is the first of the village celebrations this year and we go to show our solidarity. The band were excellent, the dance floor was full, the bar was heaving and everybody was having a good time. We are not sure what happened in the big marquee because whatever it was it had finished but we will try and find out tomorrow. The perfect end to a lovely day.
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