â€œWell Pat, now that NoÃ«lle is out at work, and you find yourself nearly in retirement, what really do you do all day long?â€
Readers, this is a question that Pat is often asked.
Having been brought up in a Protestant Work Ethic way of life, he finds it difficult to lie and say that he stays in bed till coffee time, has a fag, watches TV till lunch, a little rest before tea, radio or TV till its aperitif time and NoNo is home and we eat together, TV & bed.
The reality is rather different, being an early riser, Pat is seen to be around fussing with tea-things and last nightâ€™s washing up usually before 7am, gets NoNo off to work at about 8.10 then the day starts.
Most mornings he does a bit of paperwork and has a look at farmallcub.fr before peering out to see if the fields are properly aired, then at about 9 he leashes up the dog and off they go, often down through the village with Difa pulling like fury to get to see her friends Romy, TyNo and Ikiey. After a very energetic moment, the two of them have to decide whether to go straight on down the road and off into the western fields and woods or to turn right down the track that leads onto the old roman pathway running from the Forest of Crannou to Le Faou.
The day in question they turned right down a few hundred yards to the cross-path, Difaâ€™s nose took them left then towards Le Faou. In about 30 yards there is a coppice with a stream running through it and both noses decided to have a look.
â€œCome on Dif, look there are some old and crumbling bee-hives, watch out for stingsâ€ Pat
â€œSniff Sniff, OK, there are some rabbits too, sniff sniff.â€ Difa nose to the ground.
Some old scrabby hives and a few concrete slabs that others have resided on in the past.
â€œLetâ€™s explore a bit more dad, there may be some fox s.h.1.t. to roll in and give joy to mum as she has to wash it off, wah, come on, it smells good.â€ Says Difa
So deeper into the copse they went, listening to the magpies, thrushes and the skylark miles overhead with itâ€™s twittering melody that heralds the spring and brings ancient memories of summers spent in hay fields carting back bales of lush dry green hay for the animals. The stream on their right twinkling over dead branches and stones, but what do they, or more particularly Pat, see, could it be another hive just next to the stream with branches and brambles over it. Grey same as the old hives, but no it is too big.
â€œWhatâ€™s that girl?â€ Pat to Difa,
â€œNot interested in that canâ€™t chase it and as well itâ€™s all rustyâ€ Dif
â€œRusty, what do you mean; it must be a metal hive. But no look its got wheels!â€ Pat
So dear readers what have they found almost in the stream, grey and rusty with wheels.
Have a look at this progression of photos and see what you think. This time our photographer went the easy way across the field to get his â€˜takeâ€™.
Your Mid FinistÃ¨re Reprter, signing off.
PS the story is repeated on the above web page.