We had a reasonable first night on site despite the local polka band cranking it up loud at 10pm. Honestly, it is culturally still 1954 in France. Although, to be fair, by 1am they'd come right up to date and were butchering Nights In White Satin.
I nodded off eventually only to be woken by the local church bells striking four. Five minutes later, they struck four all over again.
This morning Arthur is playing 'whiff whaff' (table tennis) with the omnipresent Dutch. Meredith is listening to Abba and I'm sitting in the sunshine. Lisa's gone off to suss out local services in case I have another do.
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