South-West France in springtime is lush and rampant.
We have been helping my parents clear up the dead autumn leaves and stalks, and get everything neat and tidy for spring.
We raked, swept, tidied, lifted, wheeled barrows, dug, sorted and carried. We burnt probably 40 barrow loads of leaves on a big bonfire.
Meanwhile, C has been baking again - he made us an enormous black forest gateau from the Hairy Bikers Bakeation book, which was just the thing to put back some of the calories we had worked off in the garden.