As we’re such restless souls, we will depart for the Americas in a few hours time. We’re saying good bye to our lovely new town of Saintes and our home therein, leaving behind Roman ruins, crusty bread, marinated olives, a mind boggling cheese selection and lovely concerts at the historic Abbaye aux Dames. By the […]Read more "Adieu My Little Cygnets"
Sometime during late May, I noticed a pair of swans, Cygnus olor, cruising on the river Charente in front of our house. Swans, for whatever reason, always create an event, a noticed occurrence, a not-to-be-missed phenomenon. About a half a mile upriver from us is a protected wetland area, called La Palu. I suppose ‘our’ swans […]Read more "Swans or Swann’s or a cygnet watched"