Yesterday Ali and I took a hike up a vertical track in nearby Faugeres to view the flatlands of the Languedoc. The walk is wonderful, but you need to know you can walk back down the easy road when you embark on the mule track that runs for 500 vertical metres of rough stones.
When we reached the top the 360 degree view was superb despite it being a gloomy , drizzly day.
There is a precipitous drop from the top which would have UK Health and Safety officers quivering since there are no barriers to spoil the photos.
We've become barbecue freaks. I blame the inventor of the Cobblestone.
If you haven't heard of it it's a round brick of pressed coconut which lights in an instant and is ready to cook with in less than three minutes. It fits perfectly in the fab Cobb barbecue and it's become my absolute favourite method of cooking.
So yesterday we left Faugeres with the soggy dogs in the back of the car and headed for a secluded spot in someone's vineyard near a stream where the dogs got even soggier. Rosé wine, Toulouse sausage, sautéed potatoes and a can of petit pois and carrots has never tasted better.
So wonderful was yesterday's barbecue that we decided to eat outside again today. We'd thought we might do fish on the beach, but a bank of thick mist made us think twice and we pitched up near the aerodrome at Nizas.
Delicious sardines were ready within ten minutes of arriving there and we then lobbed two plump trout fillets on the Cobb. Served with salad and followed by hot caramelised pineapple this was the perfect meal.
With goats clanking not far away and a glass of rosé in hand, what could be a better way to spend a May evening?
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