A Minervois weekend

It's been another busy weekend in the Minervois valley.
I spent a few hours on Saturday starting to get the pool ready for the season by scrubbing the cover, taking out the accumulated leaves and beginning the serious cleaning. The sun is strong so it should heat up well over the coming week.
Sunday means a walk in the hills above the valley. Today was above Siran up into the hills which are covered in wild flowers. Lunch was eaten while sitting on top of a ancient Dolman/ burial cairn likely several thousand years old. We were accompanied by on old dog who wanted to lead the way. I blame him for us getting lost.

This is, I hope, an interesting shot of the church spire in Olonzac taken from my balcony. The building has been slowly going through a renovation over the last couple of years. They are now working on the spire. I wouldn't want to be up there on a windy day.
The church is worth seeing inside and out. Not 12th or 13th century like many in the area it is none the less a beautiful building.
The second photo was taken above a neighboring village, Beaufort, while on a Sunday hike. The hills are bright with spring blossom and the butterflies are out in force.
The bird song around Jardin de Charlotte is constant. They enjoy this summer like weather.

I was sitting in the Cafe de la Poste on the weekend. A man walked up to me and asked me if I was English. I told him that I am Canadian. "Ah, he said, I am a admirer of the English " and walked into the cafe. Several minutes later he reappeared with a length of bill tape in his hand rolled up like a cigarette which obviously had writing on it.
He handed the paper to me and as I started to unroll it he stopped me and said to wait to open it in another place. He then walked off.
The note told a short story about his grandparents who spotted a plane on fire with two parachutists descending. One they couldn't find or he had died, the note wasn't clear, but the other, who was English they hid in their barn from the Germans until they get him to the resistance. The note also said the his grandparents nearly died as a result of their actions.
A post script to the note said that his aunt was killed in the war because of the actions of a Sabotage and he signed off with "J'aime le peuple anglais".
He didn't offer his name or his hand which is quite odd here. And why give this note to a Canadian in a cafe with several English sitting in it? Odd.