Monday, August 8, 2016
The day of the village pottery fair.The highpoint of the social calendar. Something we'd quite forgotten about.
This year there is to be a parade of vintage cars. They start arriving early. Bob takes the opportunity to carefully christen the tyres of two Mercedes convertibles, a Panhard and a 2003 Peugeot coupe. The latter is not exactly a classic but determination of what is, and what isn't, a vintage car has been left to the owners discretion.
Having vintage cars at the pottery fair is a stoke of genius. Local farmers , instead of wanting to rush off, can be found standing, arms folded, looking at sixty year old Citroens. Conversations follow along the lines of " Does this have the Ford V8? " or " I had an uncle in St.Etienne who had one of these. Of course it was an earlier model with the convex cantilevered camshaft ".
The wives of the vintage car owners all wear straw hats with ribbons and think they look like Audrey Hepburn.
We do a tour of the stalls before 'The Font' rushes off to a neighbouring village for a talk on the fourth dimension given by an astrophysicist from Paris. Angus is left alone to mingle with the parting words 'Do remember to smile and make small talk' echoing in his ears.
A very tactile woman in paisley patterned baggy pants kisses me three times. Angus can't remember ever having set eyes on her before. She, however, treats Angus like a long lost cousin. It transpires the baggy panted lady is working in Toulouse and her husband is working in Paris. She commutes up to see him every weekend. ' Do you fly ?' I ask by way of small talk. '' Fly! Fly!" she says. '' I work with medical magnets. It would be impossible". This statement leaves Angus flummoxed. . Perhaps the medical magnets leave a dose of radiation that sets off the airport scanners ?
The Old Farmer is displaying a 1960 petrol powered bicycle in the vintage car display. Every so often he clambers onto it and does a tour of the village. He tells me he's going to Belarus with the Belgian lady who's having an ongoing battle with the neighbouring horse farm. Before I can express my astonishment he's on his bike and off again.
Bob and Sophie thought Saturday afternoons wedding was exciting. That was until they saw the cars show up for the pottery festival. Bob takes time off for lunch and a post lunch nap. Apart from that he's on guard - all day. Sophie takes a somewhat longer nap. This is followed by twenty minutes guarding then another considerably longer nap.
Both PONs are left wondering - Can life get any better ?