Monday, 1 April 2013

Somewhere in France

No April Fool, this.  As an antidote to the bleakness of the current weather here in Britain, here's a little reminder of summer.  A field somewhere in France, sometime in August, with a fierce afternoon sun and a strong breeze.

Of course, you'll have to imagine the hypnotic rustling of the grasses and dessicated sunflower heads, the high-pitched assault of insect noise, the effects of the glasses of wine you had with your simple but delicious lunch, and the burning sensation of the sun on the back of your neck...

The French say that the English are buying back control of Aquitaine, which we lost at the end of the Hundred Years' War in 1453, by stealth, house by house.  Well, who can blame us, if they're so willing to sell it?

1 comment:

eeyorn said...

I've had a couple of friends who've moved to France and they seem to be thriving on it. I hope Aquitane doesn't deteriorate into a ghetto of smug gits in the way that Spain went. Though I don't see the French standing for that sort of nonsense.