|sunrise this morning
Today was the perfect morning for a cycle ride; Paul complained it was so cold it made his face go numb. Nevertheless, the sun was shining and I was in good spirits. It wasn’t until we heard the hounds howling that I remembered it was Saturday (I know!) and the hunters would be out and about.
I get very nervous during the hunting season. French hunters frequently shoot each other accidentally with stray bullets. While we are happily cycling through the woods we could easily get mistaken for a deer and become a target. Or recognised as an Englishman and become a target. (In the UK you would be a target just for riding a bicycle).
They drive their vehicles like loons, racing to the next location where some prey has been spotted. Their howling hounds will race out from the trees and jump all over you before you know it. These great lolloping, long eared hunting dogs are not like polite English labarador retrievers.
We got home in one piece, Rick gave us a wonderful welcome and then raced off to stand on the wall and howl with the hounds.
|French hunting hound