As it is now October I should be getting to the end of
the summer shots I know so here is (hopefully) the last
of them.
These are mainly concerned with the Presbytery itself
and as we enjoyed it during the summer.

Most of our time was spent eating(as usual) and
all meals were consumed on the terrace.

D’s boy-friend Ano came over determined to practice
his guitar but instead spent most of the time clearing
up the garden

This is Sile in the garden when it was still very jungle like.

Dee in the garden as it began to reveal some of its secrets

Like the paths where the Cure used to pace as he said
his daily office (as our neighbours who’s windows
overlook the garden told us)

The steps down to the garden from the terrace,
when cleaned up were beautiful mellow stone.

We even discovered that someone had planted
in an old oil amphora.

Up in the attic we found this wierd print of (we think)
Easter ceremonies.Not (we hope) of the Ku Klux Klan

Sile on the Clic Clac, this being the French onomatopoeic
term for thier rattley but cheap bed/settees. This room
(intended to be the kitchen) was the coolest in the heat
of the day.This is due both to its cool terrazzo floor and
its northern orientation

Colm found (and photographed) this, rare, caterpillar of the
Deaths Head moth in the garden

As we watered the garden the tree began to get visibly fatter
and greener. It was clearly in charge of the irrigation.

This is the wall at the end of the garden, made of stones from
the river. This wall, so we were told during the summer, also
served as the city walls but in the middle ages thus giving us
the remains of two city walls of different ages within our house
and garden.
See here for an account of the earlier wall.

Friends Michael and Paul, all dab hands with the electronics.
sorted us out with all sorts of access to radio and TV stations

Just before we left to come home the Vendange started in the village.
These are the seeds and stems being removed from the brew.
(As seen from our terrace.)