Water, water everywhere

So, hooray! April’s sweet showers arrived in a great, intermittent downpour – 17 cm of water in the last 13 days according to my neighbour in the valley.  The tarmac road that meanders along the hill crest from the Dronne river valley to that of the Isle is...
Why I kiss the Mayor

Why I kiss the Mayor

It may have escaped your attention, especially if you do not live in France, but this coming Sunday is the first round in the French Presidential elections.  It is the first time in all our 30 plus years here that we are dismayed by both candidates.  The incumbent...

Exit, pursued by a robin

It is with great pride that I announce the reception of 7mm of rain since we last corresponded! New flowers opened overnight – suddenly the woodshed is garnished with a heavy fringe of wisteria.  Eliot’s lilacs are blooming; both the white and the dark mauve,...

Walking with sheep

As I zig-zag behind the scattered sheep, to group them into a flock, steer them my desired way, I wonder – is this really a sensible activity for an untrained human? One person and his dog would take minutes to get the sheep from where they are to where they are...