Living close to the beach promised long, relaxing days, reclining
peacefully and contemplating life, not prolonged screeching and jumping
along the sand with a live crustacean taking residence in your pants.
Life in France for Viv is not what was expected. Perception based upon
memory and recall alone is just not up to scratch. Who knew about the
live lions parked in open containers in rural car parks. What about the
monkeys tethered to grass verges eyeing you suspiciously? Why do horses
have their heads poked through town house kitchen windows? Are they
hoping for sustenance for the long night ahead? Just what is this
obsession with drains blowing smoke up sewage pipes and making the
colour of water especially grey? And just because there is a bus stop,
can it be presumed that any type of vehicle has ever stopped there?
Residence in rural France might just be a tad more tricky than first
anticipated.