It was 40 degrees centigrade in Arizona and it was 40 degrees in Perigord when I arrived and the swimming pool has turned green, the filtration system overwhelmed by the heat.
It is too hot to sleep upstairs at night, but thanks to the thick stone walls the ground floor is cooler. We keep the shutters closed all day and rise before 6am to water the vegetables. The flowers look to be beyond saving.
The basset hound spends his day spread-eagled on the cool tiles of the kitchen floor and the chicken cluster in the shade, empty two bowls of water a day and refuse to lay any eggs. Angela Merkel, the most maternal of the hens, is in the cool of the dog’s old kennel, sitting on 4 hens’ eggs and two pheasant eggs, so we may have some new fledglings in time for the arrival of the food photography team who will be illustrating the Bruno cookbook.
The cookbook starts with a new short story, set in the St Denis market, which I wrote while on the American book tour.