Today was mostly about filming the wildlife of Sacy-le-Petit. Bees, ants, creep-crawlies of all sorts, flowers, nettles and trees. It mainly went like this: spot a lovely bee, set up tripod, get focus, sort exposure, bee flies away, spot another lovely bee, repeat for 4 hours. We did discover a friendly ladybird, but he turned out to be just a bit too idle and didn’t respond well to direction, as you can see below.
All we can say is big respect to David Attenborough (who hopefully is still alive by the time you read this).
We did fit in a quick trip to Lidl where we bought 2 different boxes of Rosé wine so we can have a taste comparison before the Petanque next weekend. Wine is a TRES serieuse matter in France.
Tomorrow is all about the brocante. We are hoping to smash it. Judging by our language skills today, being left alone on the stall (plot 5) could be interesting. This evening, Julie told the brasserie owner that is was a shame the monkey wasn’t shining today, and Debbie kept repeating Si, Si, Si. WRONG COUNTRY DEBBIE. We just need to know numbers for haggling, right? Unos, dos, tres, quatro.
Oh yes, there was a bit of an incident earlier whist sorting out all the brocante stuff in the garage. We lost the garage key. This is a huge brass number, pretty difficult to mislay. There was a good ten minutes of sheer panic and horror. Julie in hysterics: “Just give me something to kill myself with now.” Then we discovered it on the hook; some kind person had placed it back in its rightful place. Crisis averted and we won’t be sleeping in the cellar tonight.
Anyway, Hermine is putting the very strong coffee on at 5.30am so better try to get some shut eye. Adios amigos!
