The garden was completely overgrown again but the drifts of forget-me-nots growing everywhere made it all seem part of a grand design.
This year I was to see my first Carnaval Pourleth, a biennial event in Guémené when the town is awash with floats and performers:
fantastic drummers and dancers.....
Sumo wrestlers and cowhands take over the street....... and a Mississippi steamboat passes the window.
After three times around the town, perhaps it was four, getting rowdier and louder, I escaped to the back laneway where the foxgloves were flowering:
Friends came to stay and on a wet and miserable day we set out for the Pointe du Raz in Finistere, the most easterly landfall in Europe
The sun came out the wildflowers glowed and way off on the horizon was a dot that was
the lighthouse of Ar Men.
Meanwhile in Guémené, Patrick is painting their house next-door, in Monahel’s favourite colours, yellow and mauve, but I have to go home before it will be finished.
The beautiful curved glass windows of the shop have been broken, side-swiped by a truck........that side display case that couldn’t be opened? “Pas de probleme” said Patrick.
So now it is all boarded up and awaiting restoration ......... when? Who can say?