Linda, Rosemary and I set off for a cycle ride, cycles prepared, seat lowered for Rosemary, and tyres pumped up and off we set.  Three hundred yards down the road there was an explosion like a gun, Linda was horrified the neighbour was out shooting rabbits.  Nope, it was the inner tube of Rosemary’s bike bursting.  Quick walk back to the house and left Rosemary behind, and off we went again.  Did a quick circuit along the dykes and through the fields.  Little wildlife to be seen.  One escaping bull calf, and a dead Coypu on a bridge. 

Back at the ranch lunch was prepared and then we were off to Surgeres.  Surgeres is apparently the centre of the dairy industry of the region.  Even butter labelled Surgeres can be found in the supermarket.  There is an citadel in the centre, but little remains other than part of the fortified wall, a church and a tower.  We took an English guide leaflet from the tourist office. This leaflet provided much light entertainment and brain exercise, but we discovered Surgeres was the centre of the diary industry.  We suggested Mike and Linda set up a tourist guide translation company.  A beer at a local cafe, where the waitress was a Brit heading back home to start her University course at Cardiff.

Some supper shopping and then home for wine, and some manual labour podding  Linda’s white bean harvest.  This continued while the pizza dough base rose   Finished the evening making and consuming pizza and red wine. while reminiscing on the long lost colleagues from the Walker era.