I'm waiting for a potential client to arrive. He phoned this morning from Angers, said he'd be passing, looking for a place for a family re-union next year. Sounds like our thing, so he's coming round later this morning.
Meanwhile, the hollyhocks are growing like weeds. This particular specimen must be a good 4 metres high. I like the single ones for their pure pink-to-red shades, and the double ones are like strings of powder puffs. You do have to spray them against rust fungus though, which would otherwise be devastating.