Sunlight filters through the trees overhead. In the distance the Lot valley shimmers in the heat. We sit silent, bare brown arms crossed, elbows resting on the table, empty plates and glasses pushed aside. And between courses we listen as he talks of being an author and reads soft voiced from his own words.
In the 1970's I lived in Brazil and I wrote home to my mother in the UK every week. Those letters became the story of my life there. In 2007 I moved to south west France. Not quite sure where "home" is, I have no family left in the UK. If I did, these words would be my letters home, capturing the first impressions of my life here, to share, enjoy and perhaps re-read in years to come.