Peacock Pooh on Shoe.
Valencay is a stunning chateau in the Loire Valley, huge, gorgeous, ornate. The gardens and the estate are also enormous and beautiful. A thick green lawn sweeps across to the forest and down the hill to the vineyards. Brown and white spotted deer graze placidly in a pen, and peacocks strut around, their strange mewling cry following them. We trail one, trying for a really close-up photo, and it’s very obliging.
Now it’s time for tea in the café in the old Orangerie. We plop down on chairs in the sun, ready to order, when Rod says to me, “What’s that on your sandal?” Oh no! The heel of my sandal, my heel, and the bottom of my slacks are covered with an awful brown mess. Thank goodness for the café bathroom, where I spent many, many minutes doing my best with cold water and tissues. Still, the rest of the day I had this lingering feeling of dirt.