As I was clearing some leaves on the driveway I came across a primrose which had been flowering secretly. The marigolds there have flowered continuously since they bloomed in the summer. This unseasonably warm weather is having such a bizarre effect on plants.
I walked all the way down to the bridge at the end of the village after feeding the animals this morning. On the way I met my neighbour driving back from fetching a newspaper and a baguette from Lanrivain and three walkers who were walking from St Nicolas du Pelem, which via this end of the village must be 4-5 miles and it was only 9.20am.
The lane ends in a very sharp, steep hill and I walked off it into a friend's garden and took some photos of their lake before walking across a very small bridge which I'd never noticed before.
The sharp incline coming back was hard work. Even the Peugeot has trouble getting up and I certainly did. I zigzagged back and across the road to lessen the slope. In one of the fields on the left of the lane was a hunter shouting at his dogs. They must have been rabbitting as he was sending them into the undergrowth. As I walked round the corner of my field I heard him shoot, just the once, so I guess he got his lunch sorted. It's a national pastime here and there are chasseurs - hunters - with their dogs everywhere at the weekends and vans parked on all the corners in the lanes.
There was another fungi I haven't noticed before and the lovely yellow gorse everywhere, just like it is in Cornwall. In fact, I think of Brittany as French Cornwall.
Here Jean-Luc, a farmer from over the bridge, is just passing the entrance to my field with his tractor and bowser.
I hadn't seen him for about eighteen months and I've seen him twice in one week. He commented on my weight loss and said he'd heard that I'd been in hospital. The jungle drums work well round here.
The lane ends in a very sharp, steep hill and I walked off it into a friend's garden and took some photos of their lake before walking across a very small bridge which I'd never noticed before.
Coming from the end of their bridge back round to the road bridge there is a little abandoned house up on the bank. The road bridge goes over the mill stream which was full today and running fast.
There is a post with signs on which I photographed, but I have no idea what the measurements mean.
The sharp incline coming back was hard work. Even the Peugeot has trouble getting up and I certainly did. I zigzagged back and across the road to lessen the slope. In one of the fields on the left of the lane was a hunter shouting at his dogs. They must have been rabbitting as he was sending them into the undergrowth. As I walked round the corner of my field I heard him shoot, just the once, so I guess he got his lunch sorted. It's a national pastime here and there are chasseurs - hunters - with their dogs everywhere at the weekends and vans parked on all the corners in the lanes.
There was another fungi I haven't noticed before and the lovely yellow gorse everywhere, just like it is in Cornwall. In fact, I think of Brittany as French Cornwall.
Here Jean-Luc, a farmer from over the bridge, is just passing the entrance to my field with his tractor and bowser.
I hadn't seen him for about eighteen months and I've seen him twice in one week. He commented on my weight loss and said he'd heard that I'd been in hospital. The jungle drums work well round here. 
The large lumps discarded on the verges have metal tags attached to them, as in the second photo above, and I wonder why this is?
This morning Andy came with two tons of stone and made paths everywhere for me to walk on so that I don't slip on the mud. Here he is beginning to dump the stone and the birds are very interested in it - they can never resist inspecting anything new!
Tonight the sky was amazing during sunset and I drove out to get an open sky to take this, and many other, photographs.
Three things I like:
1. Enjoying walking as I haven't done for years and years.
2. Discovering a garden hand fork lost for months under the nasturtians.
3. Being able to walk on the new paths my worker made this morning.
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