With that initial research carried out we returned to the chalet to consider the options and relax a bit before Madam headed beach-wards to catch the sunset shutter action while Hughesy relentlessly continued the attempt to catch up on the travelogue backlog. Once night had fallen, it was off to the Asian for a pad thai and a green beef curry, neither of which was really a match for the Petit Verdot, but the wine wasn't really meant to go with dinner in the first place.
With dinner demolished it was time to set the fire, a straightforward task thanks to a generous supply of kindling in the metal bin on the verandah, and by the time the wine had been given a good breather I was throwing a couple of big slabs of hardwood on the fire, luxuriating in the radiant warmth, sipping a hearty red and reflecting that there are worse ways to spend a chilly Tuesday night.
