Animals, People, The French

123 – The Deer and The Hunt

A cold morning in Queaux. I rise early and listen to the dogs yelping from over the hill at Le Crochet. It’s the big hunt before Christmas and I tell you this. I wouldn’t want to be a member of the pheasant, deer or boar family today. Continue reading

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Running

122 – The Run in Queaux

A perfect morning. As still as a train in an abandoned station. So I stretch next to the pond flexing my back high into the air like an awakening cat. I feel like a ballerina looking forward to a dance. Beech leaves falling helplessly from their branches into the cold water. Confetti fluttering down onto a flawlessly crafted mirror. Continue reading

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Writing and Books

121 – Deadline Day

For my own personal sake, I created a number of deadlines before writing my novel. I’m addicted to routine, always have been. A hangover from ten years at boarding school. I like to know when things are happening and for how long. No wishy-washy it could be anytime, or I’m not sure, or your guess is as good as mine. No, no, no, no, no, no. I need time, I need dates, I need places. Continue reading

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