
with zen like meditation on a Taylormade Burner Driver

Also thinking back to the golf we learned that sable is french for sand and that merde seems to be the french for the golf term"four". Certainly every time Henri, one of our playing partners, hit a wild shot he shouted "merde".
So to this morning and it was a cycle ride to Esnande for Peter to pick up the makings of breakfast and lunch. We are playing golf (nine holes only) with a tee-time of 2.20 so we are going to have "proper" lunch (starter, main, cheese) at 1.00pm. This will see us through the rest of the day and all the way home to Beckenham tonight.
Glorious day again and we are off to have un tasse de cafe & tea in the back yard. A bientot.

A Nantilly Note from afar.