The chestnut weekend is an important event in the local town’s annual programme of festivities. Market stalls, giant mushroom omelette and a chestnut spitting competition are just some of the delights on offer at the Fête de la Châtaigne. Sadly it was rather damp and dismal yesterday as it rained for most of the day so we gave the chestnut attractions a miss.
As we were pulling on our wellington boots in the afternoon to take Rick out, a group of walkers, part of the weekend’s organised tour of the chestnut woods, appeared (I’ve mentioned before that there is a right of way through our property). We waited until they had disappeared from sight before we set off. Rick’s canine groupies, Diane and Joy, trotted along with us. As we walked through the chestnut woods we suddenly caught up with the tour; they were standing in a group listening to a lecture about the chestnut tree. We didn’t really want to join them (unsociable bastards that we are) so we stayed back and hid among the trees. The dogs looked at us as if we were mad. Eventually they moved on so we followed, knowing that we could veer off on to another track through the woods to avoid them. Unfortunately they had only gone a few hundred yards before they stopped for another talk. How much is there to say about a chestnut tree? A lot apparently. It had started to rain again so we turned round and headed back home.
After we had walked by the lake of doom (Rick’s favourite place) we let him off his leash. He immediately set off like a rocket, running with Joy around the farmer’s fields. They charged off up the hill towards our house and disappeared from sight. Would we ever see him again? We climbed the hill as quickly as we could in the pouring rain and as we approached our garden, completely out of breath, there he was, wagging his tail and waiting for us to open the gate.
It felt very chilly and autumnal last night. Paul lit the wood burner and we had a delightful evening eating roasted chestnuts while Rick stretched out in front of the fire and gave off a wonderful odour of wet dog.