Indeed it is - presumably photographed before the wouts were jettisoned in favour of a pair of Genets. Thus over to the land of banks and braes!
I know that in many ways France is a more efficient country - says he, rapidly ducking his head below the parapet - but even so, Mme la Factrice doesn't pay us a visit on a Sunday (and if she's anything like the rest of us, probably she'd have too sore a head to venture out today!). And whilst not wishing to spoil your vision of a rural idyll, Mike, she doesn't have a bicyclette but an orange Berlingo. And as to Château Pomme Homme (which sounds rather like an Australian claret), she'd look long and hard for that without any success. No, it's le Moulin de Pomme Homme!