Another day, another attempt a keeping fit by walking. It was a bit more difficult this time, owing to the large volumes of wet stuff that have been dumped from the sky over the past few days.
The river was high, the new little bridge by the restaurant actually had water under it, most unusual. And Le Grand Moulin had some water, despite the bypassing sluice gate being open.
The most difficult part of the walk was the track up the side of the hill that had turned into a rivulet. The water pouring down it paused from time to time to make wide boggy expanses across the whole width of the path.
But towards the end, I passed a front garden that proudly announces that it is a butterfly sanctuary, displaying a whole bunch of bright and cheerful daffs.