Wednesday, June 18, 2014
One size fits all.
Sunrise. The early rising Belgian pilgrims are greeted by Bob with his basso profundo woof and Sophie with her high pitched '' why don't you stop and play with us ? " yelp.
We buy fresh peas ( the PON's love fresh peas ), and the first of the local peaches. The strawberry seasons already finished and the cherries have turned that deep purple colour that says they too will soon be gone.
To Castle Gloom for dinner with Monsieur le comte. Outside it's hot enough to melt the tarmac. Inside there's a damp rheumatic chill. The chatelaines brother is visiting. He's parked his combine harvester on the lawn.'' I've come by a set of tyres that would fit your SAAB " he says over the watery vichyssoise. '' Can let you have them for a good price . A very good price". ' It's a Skoda ' I respond, hoping this will end the conversation. '' Same thing " he replies. A reminder that in deepest France profonde there are two types of car ; French - and the others.