Beware the icy saints

My winter love affair has come to an abrupt end.  The reason is the unseasonable heat.  Here we are, in the last week of March and afternoon temperatures are in the mid-twenties centigrade.  Not even the most besotted cook is going to keep her beloved wood-fired range...

Spring is nearly sprung

The signs of spring continue to multiply.  The latest are the cowslips, very pale yellow and curiously short stemmed.  Of course the grass, against which they would normally have to compete, is short also.  Alas, and alack, lack of rain is mostly responsible.  It...

All things bright…

Here follows a determined attempt at optimism, cheerfulness, a positive view of the present and the immediate future.  I won’t commit further than the immediate future because that would be asking too much, of me and of the future. Firstly, it appears that I...

The male: essential but expendable

Well, this past week has gone on much like its predecessor – except that the weather has been abnormally warm for the time of year.  Last Thursday it was over 20 C in Perigueux which is absurd.  And I was absolutely wrong about the cranes, many more flights came...