Our 1983 holiday with The Vachettes, in Fontaine, France, has been featured before. The batch of black and white negatives I identified and scanned today was of a tennis match between Arnoux, the husband of Marie-Helene Vachette, and my son Michael. I don’t remember the outcome, although I believe they were evenly matched.
Michael had youth on his side,
but, in putting him under pressure his French opponent demonstrated a certain skill.
Sam, looking hopeful here, probably got a game in as well.
With all four of us in varying stages of chest infections, there had been plenty of food left over from the Spice of India takeaway, to serve as our meal this evening. I drank another glass of the pinot noir; Becky chose rosé, and Ian drank cider.