Friday, April 20, 2012
The dustmen vote .
It's just getting light . Wilf and Angus head off to the bakers . The mayor is already in the village hall setting up tables and chairs for Sundays voting . '' Busy day coming " he shouts out . '' It's the Presidential elections ". He pauses and then repeats this , slowly, in case we might be unaware of it . Unable to think of anything else to say Angus replies ' Ah , Oui '.
The local dustmen are holding some form of union meeting at the cafe under the arcades. A sea of day-glo yellow jackets . Raised voices and arm waving . Very Gallic. They seem unperturbed by the arrival of a fluffy dog and its bobble hatted owner in their midst .The beer and absinthe crowd , relegated to the inside of the cafe , sit in glum silence. They are clearly unhappy with this change to their daily routine. Wilf still gets his half croissant and a hair tousle. The dustmen are still there, voting on something, when we leave .
A poster in the bar window. The locals have discovered that an American company has got the rights to explore for shale gas. An anti-fracking movement developing . Angus makes a mental note to find out where they plan to drill .
A walk with Wilf along the roman road. The old fellow ploughs ahead . Head high . Amazing how he's learnt to cope with blindness . Truth in that saying : ' All things are difficult before they are easy ' .