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The french village scene.


By dungy


Good morning all,
Well as i said we would we did go and visit the libary yesterday and it was a really smashing day, Sun blazing down light and heat, the car looked great, the mixed smells of flowers by the gates “small wild flowers growing near the gate post”
and the smell of the car seats leather,

I knew it was going to be a good morning away from doing the garden “but” i had no idea what was in store just around the corner,

As we turned off the main road and onto a smaller road that takes you through our nearest village we passed the dead centre of the village, the cemitary.

Its a very fench resting place as you’d expect with what look like little greenhouses over some graves and rusty metal cross here and there,

As we passed the small Inn with the old metal table sitting out side with one wine bottle in the middle and stuck in the top was a used candle, and on the door step the old dog dreaming of days long gone when he had other doggy friends around.

As we turned the bend in the road we could see the little infants school building and this is we’re the days offerings changed.

We could see one of the adults waving his hand held flag towards us,
behind him was a line of little children,
all in a line all learning their road saftey lesson, some on three wheeler cycles, “boys in the front” some pushing little dolls prams “teddy” being made to sit up and look his best,

others holding hands,
All had these visible saftey vest on and all looked so happy as they passed us, smiles as wide as the river mersey.
The teachers walking at the sides and behind this little army of kids and again had a smile and a saftey vest and to complete the safe mood “a whistle each”.

As the line passed us and i waved it was recieved with a sea of waves and bell ringing from the bike riders,
teddy was forced to wave " And as i looked in my rear view mirror i could see the sleepy little dog sitting up waiting for his wave and wondering what all the fuss was.
Mothers stood proud looking at the little ones and as the line came to an end the very last teacher could be seen carrying one crying little girl who did’nt share the same
excitment of road saftey training “her little doll hanging from its arm didnt seem to agree with all the fuss being made”.
It’s a scene that happens a few times in the village throughout the summer and one ive seen before but it always brings a smile to my face as it’s repeated every summer.
Hope you enjoyed it.

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I love your little stories, gardening or just rural life, you make life seem so idyllic, wish mine sounded so carefree. Keep it up!

26 Apr, 2013


Lovely. You'll have us all queuing up for houses in French villages!

26 Apr, 2013


Can pant a picture in my mind...but would love to see some photos?

26 Apr, 2013

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