Animals in the wrong places and carnival events

Last night while I was photographing irises in the lane a motorcyclist stopped. 

He parked his bike by the calvaire and walked towards me whilst removing his helmet.  Then he said that there were three horses across the lane just after my field.  I think he was too worried about them to drive past, so he went the long way round.   I telephoned J-L, the owner, but as there was no reply I left a message.  Half an hour later I went up to the field to put the animals away for the night and the horses were still there.  I drove to his house to find tarpaulins on the roof and a crane in the driveway and no sign of people.  They have friends whose land backs on to them, so I drove up the railway track heading for their house.  On the way there is a derelict house also owned by J-L and luckily his daughter was in their collecting wood, so I was able to pass the message on to her. 

This morning, when I was feeding the animals I heard clip-clopping down the lane coming towards my field entrance.

The horses are lovely and all very docile.  The one on the right wasn't even on a halter, but just walked calmly down the lane without problem.

Yesterday afternoon we went to an event at Guéméné-sur-Scorff with the town closed off for a procession of floats, bands, dancers, clowns, etc. etc.  It was very, very hot.   The pompiers had to stretcher off someone from the pavement opposite who had collapsed in the heat.  Everyone seemed to enjoy it and the atmosphere was good.

There were huge crowds - somewhere between 1500 and 2000 people I should think and everyone was very well behaved.

Some of the floats had difficulty in  getting around the corner of the road and people had to move back while the tractor drivers reversed and tried again.  It was all very good humoured with very little interference in the way of health and safety, which hardly seems to exist in France.

Afterwards we went back to friends whose family were over from Wales, and  we all sat in the sunshine while eating strawberry tart celebrating Josh's eleventh birthday. 

After supper we walked round the lake at Langoelan serenaded by the toads in the drained wetland at the end of the lake.

These toads were where they should be.  Daisy, however, was sunning herself in the bird bath this morning and looked a little out of place.

Three things I like:

1.   This lovely sunshine we've been having.

2.   Having all the leaves hoovered out of the swimming pool.

3.   Getting new hens - more about that next time!