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.

3 comments:

Dave said...

I really like this one.

Plutarch said...

Chewing bread, especially chestnut flour bread, has a special resonance.

Lucy said...

It was quite chewy indeed, but it was just before lunch and I was hungry, and its slight burntness was quite autumnal somehow!