Thursday June 17th

Day 59

I’m writing this at the little square kitchen table, jumping up every now and again to stir the risotto. We have all the ingredients - except Parmesan - so I’m grating some French cheese called Cantal Entre -Deux which is nothing like Parmesan - more like a creamy Gruyere but it’s what we have. And I’ll add the chopped spinach at the end so we’ll have a one plate supper. A bowl of hot comfort.

It is a night to put the heating on and snuggle in close while the rain spatters against the windows. I want to pretend I’m not disappointed by the walk we had this evening in pine woods high up above our village. The map we were following promised us Dolmen - ancient standing stones - and views over the Cevennes. We missed the turning and ended up on a long stoney path deep in the woods going down not up the mountain. My husband said,

“Well at least we are having a walk so what does it matter?”

But I like to walk with a destination to pull me. And I wanted to get to the top. As I’m already at the bottom.