So, in fact
we end up staying for nearly 3 weeks!! Yes people, it really is that
good here. We pass our days lazing in the sun, fishing the mill pond and
getting to know everybody on site.
Some fish (spot Norm’s head):
Without
exception they prove to be charming wonderful people and abundant in their
generosity with their Pastis. A fine example of this is one night when we have
had an early collapse, we are in fact in bed by 9pm..next thing you know there’s
a knock on the door and we are extended an invitation to go round the
neighbours for a quick drink. 7 hours later, yes seven, having been plied
liberally with booze and stellar company and obviously repaying their
hospitality with a visit to the bar after hours and a loud rendition of the
Marseillaise we finally make it to bed. We love you J
A few days
later the weather closes in unremittingly and even we are confined to barracks
by the severity of the rain and cold. It’s grim and everything smells of wet
dog. We have also received news from home. Through a sad combination of factors
we decide that Angleterre will be our destination in a week (via few other
places, our last fling with la France). Our feelings our borne out by Fred’s
beautiful tree that overhangs the millpond which suffers a gigantic collapse in
the night; even ancient wood nymphs feel the burden of the weather. With heavy
hearts we bid our farewell to Fred who sends us on our way with Ch’Ti baseball
caps (it’s a beer) and hugs enorme. We will miss you all sooooooooo much!!! Au
revoir.. a bientot. Xx
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