It’s been in the 40s today. Pre-dinner apéritifs replaced with pre-dinner cold showers. Much more refreshing. We’re 145 miles further east in an Aire at Auch. (doesn’t hurt a bit) Trying to catch some breeze. Relaxing over dinner besides a small town river. Green through and through, with just a couple of drakes to add colour. They join us and snuffle around the grass at our feet. Eagle eyes seeking out unseen tidbits. A small fritillery flirts and flutters around Mary-Ann’s empty wine glass. Alsace aroma irresistible. We know how he feels. Frantically flapping and zig-zagging to put us of the scent. He ventures down to drown in the last of the dregs, like he knows the end of his world is nigh. Sucks and savours before he swaggers and swirls away.