At 7am, after a few hours sleep, it was time to organise breakfast for the thirty guests staying in the chateau.
I went downstairs only to discover that breakfast had gone missing.
Letad had gone to pick up baguettes and croissants and when he returned, we set off in the ailing Mini to buy tea, coffee, milk, jam and all the other missing items.
Shops in France aren’t usually open on Sundays so we were extremely lucky to find a nearby supermarket not only open, but with everything we needed.
We hurried back and before long had breakfast set up and no one knew the saga of the missing breakfast.