Sunday, December 2, 2012
The grumpy gargoyle.
Above the church door we spot another amusing mythical creature. It's anyones guess what it is. Two fins on one side, one on the other. Eight centuries of war, revolution and erosion have wiped out most of the carvings. Now only a few, high up, examples survive. I'm glad that this grumpy looking fellow is one of them.
The English butcher arrives at the front gate in his van. We didn't know there was an English butcher but he's heard that there are ' rosbifs ' in the village and tracked us down . Angus is delighted to find the man makes and sells Cumberland sausages . Back bacon too. ' The font ' who is in that pre-Christmas '' I've put on a kilo of weight this year ! We're going to have to eat more lightly " mood is less delighted.
The butcher gets given some sponge cake. Angus joins him.
We wake up to a thick frost . The fire in the snug is lit for the first time since March and surprisingly bursts into life. Outside the acanthus continue in bloom. Will nothing stop them spreading ?
Winter routines in deepest France profonde.