Sunday 29 November 2015
Sunny 15 degrees
Slept til nine thirty which is totally exceptional. Daylight and sun were streaming through the shutters and hunting horns were sounding in the distance. Dogs were baying. Men were shouting. The wild boar hunting season is in full throttle. Isn't there enough killing in the world? Can people find nothing better to do on a glorious day other than dressing up in dayglo and chasing animals through the woods? I sincerely hope they shoot one another.
I have rarely seen the creatures during our 12 year in France. They are shy and reclusive. But once, as dusk was falling, I drove around a bend in a road. The forest was dark and deep on either side of the narrow band of tarmac. Suddenly, there was a movement on the right and a family of boar trotted across the road. Father in front; massive muzzle and shoulders. Mum followed and behind her, three piglets, their coats bearing the multicoloured stripes of the very young boar.