Which leads me to the rather dapper gentleman whose name I don't know. I don't see him every day but quite frequently we pass on opposite sides of the road as I walk either to of back from the park with the dog after breakfast. This smartly dressed gentleman is either on his was to or back home from the local convenience store cum post office. At least, that is what I have always assumed as he is always carrying a shopping bag. He has never told me that is where he goes; he has never told me anything. We merely call "good morning" as we pass. He always seems to me to be the sort who would carry his carefully folded raincoat over his left arm, just so. His shoes are always polished and he wears a trilby which he raises slightly as he greets me.
This morning, as he turned the corner and walked up the hill away from me, I noticed he was wearing bright red socks. I had spotted his hidden rebel.
So much for St Swithun (or Swithin - whichever you prefer). Yesterday might have been fine but it's wet today. Let's go for a picture to remind us of what summer should be like. This is the Domaine Faverot in the Luberon (AYear in Provence country) where we bouht some terrific wine a couple of years back.