freescorfr
Awaiting autumn harvests
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I once met a French man, from Saumur, on the Loire, where they have make some fine sparkling wine and grow mushrooms in damp, chalky caves. These would be almost safe havens if Paris suffered a nuclear attack. I met him in 1972 and he invited me to meet his family. I was a complete stranger, a solitary Scottish, hippy hitch-hiker he picked up on the road to Amboise. His mum cooked non-lean, non-mean cuisine. He showed me his photograph album of some island in the Pacific – {which is now the name of a non-alcoholic Pastis (I add that, because I have heard you may be interested)}.
They were beautiful. Some of the most spectacular, breathtaking sights I have ever seen. The light, the power, the sensation that the earth was close to being blown off orbit - what mushrooms!!
He’s dead now, of course. Some cancer which even the excellent French health services couldn’t stop. I think his wife gets a pension, but that would probably be stopped if they knew he had held back some of those pictures for himself – especially in those days. I could have been a Russian spy, after all……..
Well what I want to say to you is this…………..
Anyone care to continue?
They were beautiful. Some of the most spectacular, breathtaking sights I have ever seen. The light, the power, the sensation that the earth was close to being blown off orbit - what mushrooms!!
He’s dead now, of course. Some cancer which even the excellent French health services couldn’t stop. I think his wife gets a pension, but that would probably be stopped if they knew he had held back some of those pictures for himself – especially in those days. I could have been a Russian spy, after all……..
Well what I want to say to you is this…………..
Anyone care to continue?
