The village has a funeral this afternoon - a huge event for a community with a population of just 67 souls. The funeral cart , which has been used for the last 140 years, is parked dolefully in front of the church . On the morning walk with Digby I saw that six handsome black stallions with plaited manes have been moved from the farm in the valley to the paddock by the stream. The timeless,well practised rituals of life in France Profonde. The mayor has suggested that even though we'd never met the deceased we might, as new residents, wish to attend the service- as close to an order as one can get. I have brought up a case of champagne from the cellar in case new residents are also expected to help with the wake afterwards.