Mud Fest

Yesterday was the annual Rose Festival at Solorama, a fave venue - in the hills above Luc sur Aude, miles of little roads going through fields of lavender and smelly flowers, to the place where they are traditionally transformed into perfume and stuff.

Despite the startling hail storms we thought it would be fun to visit the distillery and generally hang out.

And so it was. The tractor managed to pull us out of the car park where we had sunk into good red clay - as had everyone else - and the ensuing chaos made for a good humoured and entertaining afternoon.