I’m sitting alone, taking the final aperitif on the last day of my seven week sojourn in Provence. I’ve just been bitten, hopefully for the last time, by a mosquito. I’ll be home this time tomorrow

People sometimes ask me if I enjoy taking holidays alone, especially for such a long period, way down in the South. Well, on my own apart from Karil & Peter and the Kiwis with whom I’ve stayed at various stages. And Christine, John and Anais who I met up with again along the way. And Beverley and her family who entertained me during the second week. And new friends at Villa Glanum. And Sylvie, Leonie, Barbara & Richard and Bridget & Jane who all came out to see me. Some of these kind folk shared my birthday. Thank-you one and all. What’s it like being on holiday alone? I’ve absolutely no idea.