Monday, August 22, 2011
A classic ...of sorts .
42 degrees yesterday. The same forecast for today . An insufferable wall of heat . A day for living in the pool .Wilf sensibly spends most of his time on the cool tile floor in the downstairs hallway . He ventures out for a long walk through the sunflower fields at first light but after that he's happy to stay close to the house. He's particularly happy dozing in front of the kitchen fan while 'the font' cooks.
The old farmer has bought a Mercedes. It's what an opportunistic car salesman might call a 'classic '. One of those with the headlights inset in vertical clusters either side of the radiator grille. Thirty five , maybe forty years old . Largely silver with a not quite matching spray job on the rear passenger door. Two hubcaps .
He's rigged up an arc light on his driveway and is working feverishly away as we set off on our morning perambulation. On the ground next to him a transistor radio tuned to Radio Nostalgie . The sound of " If you go to San Francisco - Make sure you wear flowers in your hair " wafting across the lane. A disembodied voice attached to a pair of maroon bedroom slippers sticking out from under the rear axle shouts - '' Bonjour ! Going to be hot again. This'll be worth a bob or two when I'm finished ". Optimism , you will be glad to hear, is alive and well in this part of South West France .