No, we haven’t drowned. (But thanks for asking.) However, the land in the Greater Daglan Area is definitely getting a soaking. As we get out of bed most mornings, we can pretty much count on seeing grey skies, lots of fog and mist, and either drizzles, showers or downpours. Consider yesterday.
We had driven to Pont Carral to load up our station wagon with some firewood that we were going to buy from the farmer who lives near the hamlet. (This was a bit of an emergency trip, because our stack of firewood in the garage is running low, and our regular supplier can’t deliver a big load until early in the New Year.)
It was raining pretty steadily when we arrived at the farm, and the farmer himself was none too keen about coming out in the wet weather to help us. But some gentle persuasion from my wife Jan got him to change his mind, so he finally emerged onto his porch and put on his rubber Wellington boots and rain gear. Meanwhile, our car was being surrounded by his ducks, which were more than happy to enjoy the puddles. Here they are, on the march:
And here’s a close-up of some of them:
Once our car was loaded up with the firewood, we headed back out the farm driveway — where the ducks were making the most of the large puddles that were forming. Here they are:
So far, we’re not hearing anything about potential flooding, but the rainy weather is certainly having some effects. One is that the landscape is a strange mixture of brown and black trees and shrubs, stripped of their leaves for the winter season, interspersed with huge patches of bright green grass.
Another effect is that the rivers (including the mighty Céou that flows through the very heart of the Greater Daglan Area) and of course the truly mighty Dordogne, are nice and full. For instance, here’s a view of the Dordogne River near Castelnaud, taken this morning by Jan, Radio Free Daglan’s Chief Staff Photographer:
Naturally, we had to get close to the action — so today we had a lovely lunch right next to the Dordogne, in one of our favourite go-to restaurants, Le Tournepique, which is right at the end of the bridge in Castelnaud. A beautiful Basque omelette for me and (of course) mussels and frites for the Chief Staff Photographer.