Before lunchtime we were cooking, and I’m not talking about food. It was WE who were being slow roasted, with the temperature looking set to break forty degrees by mid afternoon. Therefore it should be no surprise that when Karen and George moored just below PK209, the restaurant so cleverly located beside the port and run by the nice people at Navigfrance, with it’s beckoning terrace and even more beckoning tinted glass and it’s still more beckoning promise of air conditioning within, the temptation was too great for any of us.
Normally, we do tend to shy away from the heavy end of the lunchtime menu, often settling for “just the salad”, but when it’s a balmy twenty degrees cooler inside than out and the food is as good as the company, there doesn’t seem to be any reason why lunch should not be prolonged for an entire afternoon.
Tomorrow we will without doubt get back to those things that need doing.