A Christmas micro-trip to our house near Fontenay le Comte, primary purpose to transport G to Nantes, to continue his tuition of college students.
It was a surprise to be able to cut the grass in January. Even more of a surprise when it started to snow later that afternoon!
We stayed near Sable sur Sarthe on the way back, a farm offering Chambre d'hotes. The farmer's wife said that she was very worried about a chicken, whether it was keeping warm enough. Quite touching really and I had thought the French would only worry if their Coq au vin was warm enough. Actually, a problem of my language and over 1000 day-old chicks had just been delivered and it was minus 7 degrees.
Such confusion reminds me of when an elderly french neighbour told me that five babies had died in the village during some harsh weather prior to our arrival. I found it difficult to find a suitable reply for such awful news. And difficult to understand. It was a relief to realise that she had actually been talking about brebis but still quite sad.
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This made for good reading (tell Mum)- I might recount the brebi story to teachers at school, actually.
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