Whatever the weather, whatever the time of day, one of the greatest pleasures in going for a walk around Le Conquet (the “Land’s End” of Brittany) is meeting the inhabitants; the chances are that you’ll stand and admire a beautiful house on the seafront only to find that the owner is a good friend of Glyn, my brother-in-law, and the next minute you are invited in to have a glass of wine and some bread and pate. Or Glyn might whisk you up to the door of his artist friend, who has visitors already, and you feel it may be an imposition to go in but Phillipe, standing in his doorway, looks disappointed when you turn to leave and implores you to join the party. And even though you don’t catch a third of what they say, you understand them nevertheless because they express themselves quite adequately with kisses and laughter.