We spent last night at a hotel so full of antiques you didn't know where to look. Not a straight wall in sight and filled with history, it was once again a completely different holiday; a french country retreat.
It had been a long drive to get here, so after an amazing meal (snails followed by lamb for Dem, scallops and beef for me) and another bottle of wine grown and crushed, quite literally, down the road, we had had an early night.
Breakfast was set out in the cellar, a veritable feast, and we filled our bellies.
We've a long drive ahead so we're going to get on with it. I've just noticed that my arm nearest the car window is a lot more tanned that the other ... first world problems hey.