The night of the village Christmas gathering. Cars, vans and mud spattered 4x4's parked everywhere . The salle des fetes a heaving mass of revellers , their children and their dogs. DJ Florian in full flow. Fleetwood Macs '' Don't stop thinking about tomorrow " a favourite. At the end of each song DJ Florian makes a whooping noise and then rotates 360 degrees, hands above his head. Quite a skill for a man his age. Madame mayor tells me Florians a physiotherapist but his real passion is being a disc jockey. '' He's fully qualified " she adds for good measure. ' As a physiotherapist maybe ' thinks Angus but keeps this thought to himself.
Madame Bay, dressed head to toe in red, is there en famille. The good for nothing son-in-law Hugo dispensing punch from a tea urn. Armagnac with just a splash of orange juice. '' Delicious " says ' the font ' untruthfully. The old farmer and the very old farmer wave. The woman with the beehive hairdo tells me that the head of the Village Fleuri Committtee is there with 'a friend ' who's not his wife. The Jack Russells and the malevolent Maltese are chased out of the kitchen. They scurry, line astern, out of the French windows. After half an hour we follow them.