I started the day with a bit of retail therapy: 1.3 tonnes of 4/16 gravel (will be getting the sand and cement tomorrow). This is two trailer-loads, and it felt just a little too much for the trailer both times. It always does. However just tipping it where the mixer will be sited (next to the slab I'm pouring) is going to make for a lot less shovelling and barrowing.
It's been a cold and windy day here in the Cantal, so I had mixed feelings about the weekly walk organized by the Club des Aines du Haut Cele ("Les Tousmalou"), and the first mile or so it certainly felt like winter. But once we got off the hilltop and down into the valley it was fine, and a interesting round trip from Cassaniouze to La Mothe and back. Caro had baked sixty little sponge cakes to celebrate the day, and the 18 walkers (including us) made pretty short work of them. Then back for an equally windswept talk with the plumber and builder about the work on the barn, neither of whom were quite able to say when they'd be back to do the work, and dinner with Tony and Anne. Raining!
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