Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Saturday, 22 November 2008
The old railtrack, Gare de Moncontour, midday.
I tear the darkened crust off the loaf of bread with chestnut flour I've bought, and chew it as we walk the muddy track until we reach the beech trees.
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I really like this one.
Chewing bread, especially chestnut flour bread, has a special resonance.
It was quite chewy indeed, but it was just before lunch and I was hungry, and its slight burntness was quite autumnal somehow!
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