Sunday 15 September 2019

Noisy Sunday Morning

Bertie sits on the bank under the silk tree and barks - VERY LOUDLY - at the intruders in what he considers "his" territory.

Two huntsmen are walking up the narrow road between Monsieur F's fields and their dogs are runing hither and thither on the land nearest to us. Fortunately Monsieur F has just planted rape so the men are restricted to the road, but not their dogs.  Bertie cannot believe the cheek of it.

More noises are coming from the woodland on the other side of the valley - the sound of guns and hounds baying, on the scent, or maybe just joyously grateful to be out in the open after six months in a cage.

We have guests arriving next Saturday, expecting no doubt to be enjoying a lazy, tranquil week with us in what looks likely to be wonderful Indian summer weather.  We need to warn them (and perhaps provide ear plugs).   What with Bertie, the guns and the hounds, autumn Sunday mornings start early - and noisily!

4 comments:

  1. The blasted chasse! Especially at the start of the season when their dogs would disappear into the blue and they would be tooting horns all night trying to get their prisoners to return.

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    1. How right you are Fly. And who can blame the dogs? :)

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  2. I am led to believe that they are havesting the grapes now as well where we used to live. That was overnight noise to add to the mix. Lesley

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    1. Hello Lesley, yup, same round here - not grapes but combine harvesters (sunflowers at the moment), late into the night. They are kicking up so much dust too as it's been so dry we're getting quite hazy mornings.

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