We've gone and done it. We've made the first step towards our next trip to France.
This time, we will return to our little village in the Lot Valley, from which we can explore St. Cirq LaPopie, Figeac, Cahors and perhaps Toulouse.
Will the owl in the tree outside the front window still be there? Will the wild pigs come up from the vineyard to frighten us at night? Will the friendly dog from down the road pay a visit to our front door? Will the lights of Mercués still shine across the valley? Will the pizza oven at Douelle be warm and welcoming?
I hope so.
Now we have a year to wait. The countdown will begin.
It was cold and rainy here today, but around 6 p.m. the clouds broke open and the sun came through at last. So it was on a spring day more than two years ago in our little hilltop village.
There's soup for supper and a lightness in my heart.