With wine tasting plans, we'd arrived at Sancerre in similarly grey skies, AM weary from the long drive. He'd surprised me by suggesting we find a gite or chambre d'hôte rather than a campsite. "Camping can get wearing in bad weather" was his explanation. I felt slightly victorious; I thought it was just me who was struggling. Predictably expensive however, Sancerre gites were out of budget range. We camped instead and treated ourselves to dinner in a humble looking restaurant in the local town which incidentally turned out to be the best meal we've eaten so far. I will be thinking about the dauphinois potatoes for some time. Not to mention the pavé of beef...The inexpensive but delicious carafe of Sancerre red... But I digress. After dinner the skies had cleared and we went for a walk along the river in amiable silence, stopping only to look at wildlife and to admire the clouds as they changed from white, to peach, to pink. No-one else was around. All was calm.
It's occurred to me, cliché as it may be, that this trip is making me appreciate the simple things in life. Quiet things. Things that don't cost anything. As someone who was previously surgically attached to her iPhone, the disconnection from social media is turning out to be pretty easy. We're not missing TV. After our walk, the evening's entertainment consisted of a game of scrabble. We are going to bed early and sleeping ridiculously well due to increased activity levels and buckets of fresh air. (Forget alcohol and cigarettes; they should sell buckets of fresh air in London. Maybe I'll start. *Ignores practical and scientific reasons for why this would not be feasible*.) We have all we need: shelter, food and water (I also have wine.) And each other (retch). Life seems pretty content. Simple, really.