Picnic by the Loup River

Sunday morning and feeling rather ropey from the ropey rosé, we left the house to spend the day somewhere else.

We started off by packing up a picnic and heading over to Valbonne to the monthly antique market. For once there was lots of good stuff and we ended up with a small suitcase with individually pressed and mounted plants. Big T has been after something like this for a long time so he now has a project, how to frame fifty botanical pressings. That should keep him busy for a while!

After Valbonne we drove down to Villeneuve Loubet, a pretty village on the edge of the Loup (Wolf) River which runs down from the mountains to the sea. We drive through Villeneuve Loubet to get to the airport and often see people swimming and walking their dogs in the river so it seemed like a good place to explore for a picnic.

Cooling our heels

We walked along a shady path through a wood of plane trees listening to bird song. It was a very hot day but with the canopy overhead we were beautifully shaded especially the black dog who tends to absorb heat.

Before long we found a small beach and clambered down. Agnes paddled and splashed in the water as she’s not a swimmer but is water-obsessed and we enjoyed a delicious sandwich from our new boulangerie and a nicely chilled rosé as a hair of the dog.

From there we wandered back to the village for a coffee before setting up camp under the shade of an acacia tree as we discussed our next move in London.

We had filled the day perfectly and by early evening returned home to eat, give the little dog a final walk and water the garden as the Russians had gone out. I didn’t dare look at anything as Big T reported there were crayons left on a sunlounger.

Oh well. Hopefully they (or I) won’t have a meltdown!

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