A new week, a new day....

It would appear that l have missed

all the rain last week. Every time l spoke to Harry he said it was raining. It seems he was right. On expeditions out from the farm, the winter wet holes are back with us. Winter ponds. The floods are out with a vengeance around Skipsea castle, a something unheard of for this time of year.

This weekend we have been seriously busy. Completely forgot about the Father's Day thing? Pot Man had serious hangover so that made us one man down. It just didn't stop all day. Lunches, coffees, mega Moos, Cowpats you name it we were hanging in there. Bloody mad it was........

Well, these are the last photos from the all to brief sojourn to the land of Troubadours & cassoulet. Tonight's pictoral offerings are the castle of Montsegur, the last fateful stronghold of the Cathars. 500 souls held out against the Albigensian Crusade for nearly 10 months. 225 surrendered only to be lead down the precipious slopes to be burnt alive. A stone memorial marks the exact spot.

l left some wild flowers on the memorial.

My ancestry you see is Huguenot.

The wild flowers photos are from the footpaths close to Lasserre de-Pouille.

So that's it folks, l think that's enough of me going on about my trip the the Langedoc don't you? For more juicy low downs on the area & Chateau you will just have to visit the old place in person!