The day
Drinks on the lawn as the afternoon turns gold. Long tables, platters passed hand to hand, and wine from the next village. The houses lit up as the light goes, the music later still, and boules and the pool the morning after.
The food here comes from what grows around us and from neighbours we know by name: the farm at Beaumont that brews its own beer, the family that has made wine at Corbiac since 1587, the market in Issigeac on a Sunday morning. And whoever cooks, your host is Australian, so there will be a pavlova. That part is on us.