Auberge de Chassignolles, my Hotel California in the Auvergne

Hannah's further adventures off the beaten-track in South-Eastern France, as she's abandoned in a hot, sticky Ardeche but reminisces about the perfect lunch

The Ardèche is hot in August. Fridge-cold pan of gazpacho gripped to my face two centimetres from the fan shutters permanently closed not many clothes and still hot-kind of hot. More detail I can’t give because the thermometer’s broken. It shows a 3 and a 9 but is missing the third digit so it’s anyone’s guess whether it’s 390°C, 309°C or even °F. Not t…