Monday, December 15, 2014
The emergency services are out in force. Two foals and their mothers have got into the churchyard. They've trampled the chrysanthemums, eaten the hay in the crib and made short shrift of the standard rose bushes. The police and fire brigade apprehend them just as they're starting on the lavender borders.
The horses appear completely unconcerned by the activity around them. Police, fire brigade and the mayor and his wife hold a council of war. There is much shrugging of shoulders. By the time we leave a small crowd of farmers and very young farmers has gathered.
'The font' makes the first batch of mince pies. Bob is so excited he shows, and keeps on showing, his overbite. Sophie tries the pastry and makes an involuntary squeak of delight.
The hectic pace of life in deepest , deepest France profonde.