I went out somewhat before nightfall to get to Gargillesse for a social outing. We had a very pleasant dinner in the garden and then went to a concert that was part of the local harp festival. A harp and violin duo played various tuneful pieces by Debussy, Ravel and suchlike. They threw in a new piece and its composer joined them to take a bow. Everyone applauded politely but I'm not convinced that anyone liked it.

On my way home a family of wild pigs crossed the road just in front of me. They trotted quickly through the darkness, one adult and what looked like a dozen youngsters. The last little piggie dithered a bit imitating a rabbit for a minute or two and then got its act together and streaked after its siblings.

It was a lovely moment.