Today is yet another day when I woke up way before the birds. I wondered whether to wish for continuing Scotch mist, rain that gently clean washes leaves, grass, people’s faces, – rain-spit incapable of settling dust but adding just that little body and curl to...
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...
There was a small skein of cranes flying over the fields as I went for a late afternoon walk this Sunday. They were seemingly heading north. Obviously they had not seen the same weather forecast for northern Europe that I had on Saturday night. Perhaps they had...
A brief respite in the cold, just the afternoon sun projecting deceptive warmth. Then we saw the full extent of damage to the road surfaces: the French for pothole is nid-de-poule or chicken nest. What we saw were turkey nests. Overnight, of course, the... 
