The sun tried to filter through a layer of cloud

leaving a soft light on the fields that have been ploughed

a wagtail and woodpecker with undulating flight

and a lone buzzard was the sum of our birdie sight

I have nothing much to say on my blog

except that Jan, and I weathered the blast

and we both ended with a very wet dog

blustery hundred mile an hour gusts pitted with hail

broken branches littered the road, and yet again a soggy trail

 

It drizzled on us by the lac today

the water matches the sky, a smoky grey

the only sounds were of Mallard, Pochard and Coot 

as we walked our  slightly soggy route

Back to wet and cold, and our familiar less muddy, road track

round to the black pigs and them a double back

Milou is happy that both Marc and I are out

no matter whether flood or drought

Our walk takes us up to Larroque and beyond the lac 

we pick up Pom Pom near his home and halfway up our track

from nowhere a big roe buck bounds 

across the stubble and now barren ground

he zig-zagged the field, then headed straight for us, across the road

i guess he has no particular abode

to the deer, the dog and us, it was a nasty fright 

but their leaps and aerobatic bounds were still a beautiful sight

It is the end of february, but it feels like a summers day

bees are a humming and butterflies float our way

trees are now in bud and the hawthorn about to flower

tiny white pin pricks dot all and every bower

We are up in the woods beyond Auch to play

as Marc and Paula fancied, the city for a drawing day

a bastide town just beyond was where we were drawn 

we had to stop and not go on

an amazing church with an unusual helix tower

and a beautiful town to look at and devour