So off we went to Anglade. I picked up the Peugeot 206 from Pessac Centre and then pick dup the girls and we hied us away to the Blayais through glorious sunshine. The vineyards looked beautiful, the rolling landscape was a lovely change from Bordeaux' river plain, there were 18 people in church, which is really very good for Blaye, and the message I had seemed especially apt for one of the folk there.
We scurried back home for a quick lunch, a quick nap, then the culte en anglais where I was delighted to find two new people, one of whom is from a West African country I visited last year and the other has a special link with the country, too. So we talked about the country and the people and the food and so on and generally had a lovely time.