HEADING out for a short evening walk here in Loubejac as the sun begins to set and the angle of the light lets you play.
Swallows are zipping low across the fields, and a kestrel swoops and hovers over the long grass looking out for any movement below.
The old stone farmhouse buildings glow in the low sunlight, the edges of flowers and grasses glint and shimmer, while in the distance the calls of the cuckoo and golden oriole can be heard.
And as the days lengthen letting you walk the lanes and forest paths until beyond nine o'clock, you can sense that the chill of this spring evening will soon give way to the long, hot days of summer.
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