Wednesday, July 6, 2011
The PON with zen .
Ten to five on a sunny Tuesday afternoon in South West France . Monsieur Risotto has been busy digging a trench under the oak trees to find the source of the chlorinated water that bubbles , spring like , from the lawn . He waves at me from his large mechanical excavator - " We're nearly done " . At that very moment he snags a power cable .
While Angus frets about spending a night ( and much of Wednesday morning ) without electricity , Wilf curls up on his brothers old bed for a lengthy nap . " Adopt the pace of nature : her secret is patience " . Wilf : The PON with zen . Sensible old thing .