With heavy hearts we packed up the house in Provence and at the same time we made a picnic. As well as the last of the pain aux raisins, a quiche Lorraine and a juicy ripe peach there was a little apricot yogurt pot. Morsels to savor as we spent a couple of blissful hours relaxing in a wildflower field next to vines and cherry trees, under blue skies and hot sun with a view of the beautiful Luberon valley stretching off into the distance.
The children picked blackberries from the hedgerow and practiced their circus skills as Didier and I lay on the sunbaked grass watching a hawk circling on thermals high above us. We clung to these last few hours of simplicity and nature, the essence of Provence, to be filed away as precious memories before we caught the TGV to London.