We have been inundated with wildlife.
Currently an exhausted bat is clinging to the light in the kitchen. A sweet little thing, it made itÄôs way into the kitchen whilst we were making breakfast this morning. I get the feeling that Baptiste is not interested in dealing with it at all. It is way too high for me to reach, but I know something will be done.
One morning I reached for a peach and something beside it reared up and squawked at me. I was so shocked that I screamed. (Very unlike me). It was a Pon de Nuit. A very large moth with a skull marking on the back of itsÄô head. Baptiste was thrilled. There had not been any for years, very rare etc etc. It is huge and when you touch it the cry is bizarre. We moved it out onto a tree and have subsequently dealt with 7 of the delightful things.
I saw a snake yesterday and this is the 4th amongst us on this trip.
Spiders here are staggeringly huge. I am settling a bit with them but can still throw a wobbly at the remembrance of a huge one walking across my face one night. I was sleeping on the floor at the time and will never be doing that again here.
Politicains. We went to a nearby town yesterday to go to the Musuem de Bouti. It is a style of needlework that I want to learn and they sell kits at this place. A very beautiful house in the village. As we walked towards the building, Sophie, BaptistesÄô sister called to us. She was sitting with several people outside a caf?©. As we were introduced, the relief on the face of the woman was palpable; she had quickly discovered we spoke English. I sat next to two men whose names I had not taken in. I turned and asked one of them, in French, if he was from the region. He smiled sweetly and said he was from Camberly is Surrey and his friend froom somewhere near there. I asked why they were here and if they were enjoying their holiday. Not a holiday. They were policemen.
Why not aholiday? They nodded toward the man espousing in a broad Scottish accent. We are guarding John Reid, the ex Home Secretary.
Hard to know what to say at that point. But his wife and Sophie left the table to look at the museum and we were left to chat. So we did. He was fun, interesting, willing to talk about himself and open minded.
Having written so much about fear I thought it a perfect opportunity to check my theory; That we are kept in a state of fear because it serves the state.
He disagreed and said that the threat of terror was huge. ( At that point a motor bike came whirling around the corner and both policemenÄôs heads whipped round. Phew, it was an old man). So there goes my theory.
Or does it? I am not sure. I still feel abundantly that we are kept scared. I know that I always feel awful after watching or reading the news. It is all so dire and awful that I ma now not allowing myself to look at it and funnily enough it takes a certain strength not to. Quite surprising.
We are back in London on Thursday and back into the mainstream by Saturday.
It has been fun.