We woke to a beautiful morning, totally destroyed by the circus van driving round town announcing that they were now in Chaillac. After that shock came another, one more night with John and we would be heading back towards London, which means the time has arrived to pack. A job that can only be done by a woman....Sally....Well, have you ever encountered a women's handbag?

During the magic act the lovely bright sky became darker and darker until we had to put the lights on. Then the wind got up and the sound of thunder in the not too far distance, before the heavens opened. Nothing else to do so off to Le Blanc we trot for some lunch. John visits the bank while we look in the shop windows, it wasn't quite 2pm, between the heavy showers. Then back to Lignac for a cuppa before the weather clears and the renovated window can be reinstalled.