The Ambitious Drifter

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La France Profonde

Relaxing at home today, so I’ve got time to write something for the Daily Prompt.  Profound?

I’m lucky to be living and travelling in La France Profonde… it means, I suppose, Deepest France. It’s not Paris, or even Toulouse. It’s beautiful countryside with entrancing medieval towns (and cities), stunning views and oh…. the food. La France Profonde is about localisation, the specialities come from locally produced goods. Here it’s duck, goose and a plethora of wonderful cheeses. A lot of the cheese is from the milk of goats or sheep. We’re getting close to the mountains, so the land isn’t suitable for beef cattle.  The fruit and veges you buy are seasonal…. alas I just missed out on the cherries this year!

A word you see often is ‘terroire’… which can simply mean territory or area. Here it’s also the place of your soul, your homeland. The word has deep meaning, it’s where your roots are.  The Aboriginal people of Australia have much the same relationship with their land. I suspect people everywhere, deep down,  feel the same thing.

La France Profonde, a profound experience.

 

 


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Weekly Photo Challenge: Abandoned.

Abandoned….. luckily.

The centre of Figeac, France was largely abandoned for several centuries. The world simply forgot about the place.  It was so run down, there was a plan in the sixties to bulldoze the whole thing. Sanity prevailed and this beautiful town retains its medieval charm.  It’s not fully renovated, the side alleys offer tantalising glimpses into the past.


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Weekly Photo Challenge: The Golden Hour

I confess I’ve taken many more photos at dusk than at dawn.  I grew up in Australia so I’m still fascinated by the long European twiight in the summer. I also love the opaque light in The Netherlands, so beloved of their great painters.

My selection for this week…..

Twlight in Brussels.  The promise of escape ….

through the bars and out into the world

Evening clouds and a thunderstorm brewing… Aveyron,France.

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Weak winter sun going down over the North Sea.  Scheveningen, Netherlands.

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Tide going out, sun going down, going home.  Hawkesbury River, Australia.

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My Local Cats 1

The Cats of La Curie.

My house in France overlooks a couple of ancient market gardens. They are home to a fine tribe of cats looked after by The Cat Lady, who works one of the gardens. Across the road is a more motley tribe, which includes a couple of seriously wild (domestic) cats from the nearby forest. There are also a few well bred visitors who drop by to see their friends and get a free snack.

The territories are divided by a small stream, with a convenient bridge. The Garden Tribe is presided over by a prosperous looking tabby. He guards the bridge and patrols the boundaries. Needless to say, the bridge provides hours of endless fun, as the younger cats become soldiers, play fighting to decide who can cross the bridge. The Motely Bunch from over the road do make the odd raid, to see if there’s anything left in the bowls.

The Cat Lady is the guardian angel who feeds both tribes, but has names for her own animals, the handsome cats in the Garden Tribe.

I will be publishing regular updates on these guys, as I collect a nice range of portraits.

It Must Be Nearly 4pm…..Waiting for the Cat Lady.

  Waiting for the Cat Lady

The King Tabby, Closing His Eyes To Show He’s Not Going to Fight Me.

the king

Guarding The Bridge.

guarding the bridge