Another hot sunny day, well into the thirties.

Sheryn, Margaret and I headed off to Alba la Romaine to visit the old Roman town.  While wandering we came across Andy and Helen and went and had a coffe in a local cafe.  It was the cafe with no food and we were directed to the Boulangerie across the road to buy food and bring it back to the cafe.  We wander up and through the old castle which was more interesting than the Chateau on Tuesday but not much.  We explored a bit more of the town before heading back to our Gite and the pool.

The wedding was 5pm at the Mayors chambers.  Time to get into our glad rags and head off.  The Mayor performed the ceremony but as it was in French it was difficult to follow.  Not sure what Martin had committed himself too but he did say oui at an appropriate time to a bit of laughter from the mayor.  Deed done and outside for some photos and mingling.  It was about this time I discovered a txt from Michael telling me I was a grandfather to a bonny wee lass which I announced to the gathering.

Back to the winery for the reception. More mingling and eating before sitting down to some French cuisine, with speeches between the servings.  Chloe’s dad went to a lot of trouble to talk about kiwi’s with his first experience being the shoe polish to having a Kiwi son in-law.  After the meal there was dancing to a disco.  We left just after one o’clock completely shattered.  I had tried to outlast Nola (nearly five) and Rita (two and a half) but I must be getting old.  It was home to bed.