We started in the local town of St Antonin Noble-Val and strolled up into the foothills behind the town. We saw two pigeonniers - the pigeon towers that are scattered throughout this region of France. One was circular and one was square..
We saw glimpses through the trees of a magical, turreted, country house. It reminded me of the house in the classic French novel Le Grand Meaulnes, which I read for my French A-Level.
We saw a few more orchids in the woods, and a long row of lombardy poplar trees, marking out the route of the river.
We finished up sitting outside our favourite cafe in St Antonin, having lunch and watching the world go by. I was startled by how French my English boyfriend looked, sitting in the sun and shrugging like a pro.