Since moving to France in 2019, it has become a New Years day tradition to lunch in one of the local restaurants. Attendees vary depending on who has “blown into the village” for the holidays, but I am proud that I am gradually becoming one of the hard-core.
For the second year in a row, because it is New Year and therefore special, we chose La Tour des Vents, a restaurant of local renown which overlooks the town of Bergerac from the vantage point of the hills around Monbazillac. It is one of those places which, when mentioned, invokes “oooh nice” reactions.
The first surprise of the day was when our friend Jeremy emerged from the car, dressed in his Scottish new-year attire, complete with sgian dubh.
Kilt; sock-dagger; windy hill-top: what could possibly go wrong?