French holiday - Saturday

After a curry in Luton on Friday night, we were up bright and early to get our taxi to the airport. It was very quiet at that time and there was a very short queue at check-in and none at all at security - brilliant!
Paying for priority boarding proved the right choice when we were able to nab the seats by the emergency exits with the extra legroom.
It was hot when we emerged onto the tarmac at Beziers. The airport is tiny but picking up our car was simple and we were even upgraded to a C3.
The drive to Lunas went without a hitch; the trouble started when we arrived in the village. I realised that I'd left Tim's address at home and my only sense of his house's location came from a vague recollection of looking at a Google aerial photo. Cue much wandering around the little streets looking for a house that matched the sketchy description. When we found one that fitted the bill we were foxed by the locked gate - we knew T&D were away but they knew we were coming. In the end we decided to climb the fence and see what happened. Luckily we'd got the right house and we found the key and let ourselves in. What a palaver!
We settled in and had a couple of well-earned cold drinks, and a snooze. Keren got challenged by the neighbour/guard but she was able to conjour up enough French to satisfy her that we were there legitimately.
Later on we strolled into the village and enjoyed a very nice meal at a somewhat odd restaurant but, all in all, it was a very good start to our holiday.