Weather's a bit better. We have family here now; Henry and Kaye. Meal ready! How wonderful!
Peaceful Sunday morning in France? No way. Settling down with a book. Quiet ... all the others off to Libourne market. Sparrows chirp. Doves coo. Bees buzz. Dog scratches. Quiet. Then the horns start. Cacophony. It must be our neighbour Fred's 'burying-of-bachelorhood' do.
They come in waves. Car convoys with horns blaring, lights flashing, flags waving. Sets the dog off. Sets all the village dogs off. And Fred has an awful lot of friends. (He makes very good wine, is a generous soul, is the mayor's son ... and also now captain of the Castillon XV).
The wedding is later this month. More hooting then. We're invited ... so it'll be my turn. Ah! Now the singing's started. Dogs joining in again. Time for a walk. There's some food and wine thing in St Christophe. Hour and a half on foot. Direct through vineyards. Get there and they've gone home early. Fermé. Favourite word round here; Fermé!
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