Down in the poppy field where the Dordogne runs out

THERE was a very light frost in the air this morning as I drove a short distance to a field covered in poppies where the Dordogne becomes the Lot-et-Garonne.

Flakes of ice could be seen on the poppy petals, but slowly as the sun warmed each flower drips dropped off on to the red soil below.

A heron beat a path along the edge of the field and up over the hillside, and with the roads quiet on this Lundi de Pentecôte, I could hear the Lémance stream bubbling away as the water tumbled over the rocks.

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Comments

[Jo Havell]

Lovely photos makes me wish even more that I could be there for a super weekend

[Craig McGinty]

Many thanks Jo, hope you can visit some day soon.