Cherries, walking, picking, feasting on Provencal cherries

Before the heavy heats of July, I indulged in long walks with Louis and Charlotte, down through the valley we would go, deep into the cherry orchards and past majestic old Provencal Mas, tall sheafs of wild grasses swaying hypnotically in the cooling breeze of 'le Mistral'.  We've made a ritual of stopping at our secret picnic spot, hidden from the regards of others. Out comes the apple compote, the chocolate madeleines and scavenged cherries and we gorge ourselves happy with the warm Provencal sunshine on our backs.