Up the road, afternoon

Really the strangest weather: warm sunshine and mild, but with grainy snow swirling down.  By the time we get round though, it is harder and colder, bouncing off Molly's nose.

Watermill, Guette-es-Lievres, afternoon.

The autumn leaves are thin and transparent and lacy.  The river must have flooded very recently, parts of the path are washed clean of leaves and covered in soft silt.

Down the road,early evening.

It is early evening, which not so long ago would have been afternoon.  Everywhere is desaturated by rain and greyness, a white achillea flower looks like a piece of litter.

Up the road, afternoon

An odd white cable hangs, free and apparently purposeless, from the electricity pole..  It flaps and taps in the wind against the pole like a halyard on a boat's mast.

Down the road, early evening.

I light our first fire, to air the house, before we go out, and smell the smoke from it on the damp mild air all the way down the road.

The old railtrack, Gare de Moncontour

In spring this deep shadowy stretch is dotted with hawthorn petals, in summer laced with spent chestnut catkins, and now bristly with rotting chestnut husks and patterned with yellow leaves.