Wednesday, October 3, 2012
The 7 kilo beetroot .
Life in our little French village returns to sleepy normality. The tramp with his mule and sleeping bag nowhere to be seen. The lane quiet apart from the sound of the two cows gently rummaging for blackberries in the hedgerows. On the other side of the village green the three young ladies from Toulouse continue to restore the frescoes. Their proprietorial dog lies on the church doorstep dozing in the sun . A retired neighbour makes it into the morning newspaper. He's grown a 7.2 kilogram beetroot. The article wonders whether he'll be able to find a saucepan big enough to cook it in. The pace of life in deepest France profonde.