France. The Final Destination.
These are the continuing voyages of the Flying-Brick ‘Gnome’. The four wheels of fate.
Chapter 27: The Wings of Fate.
We all have our plans don’t we? Plan for now or plan for our future? It’s a gamble either way. I had long planned around a retirement of freedom to travel, to seek out new life and new civilisations, to boldly go where no man has gone before
Well, it hasn’t quite worked out like that has it?
Here in France, as write this, we learn of our future fate. The lockdown is to ease in five days, but oh so slightly. For us we will see little difference for three months.
Three months.
How did we get this far apart?
We used to be so close together.
How did we get this far apart?
I thought this love would last forever.
I’m starting to hear the Cure in my head. Insanity beckons...
The Gnome will hibernate until further notice. My humble apologies to those who had hoped for further enlightening and entertaining blogs.
Now I hear cries of joy in my head.
These memories of this last gnome-trek have just become significantly more important. It is to be our last for a long time. So let me savour it for a moment longer...
Thank you.
...
The sky was grey and the air was wet when we arrived in Montrésor. We were being followed by moody meteorology.
To spite it, we took time to have a quick look around in the damp dusk, deciding to explore further the following morning. We stopped off at the local tourist information to discuss the next day's magical mystery tour. We decided upon two further stops, two beautiful and photogenic villages before finally arriving back at chez nous.
There was no hurry.
Or so we thought.
As we looked around the moist village, we felt the wings of fate folding themselves around us.
That night, all was to change.
Sheltering from the weather, the Gnome kept us warm and well fed. Ok, I did have to help on the feeding front, but we had taken with us plentiful supplies of curry spices, Nan bread and poppadoms. Heaven inside a Gnome.
We settled down for an evening of calm and relaxation, recovering from the turbulent week behind us. As we did so, news gradually filtered through to us. Our turbulent time had not finished. Macron had spoken. France was about to go, once more, into total lockdown.
Fate had its wings around our throats.
Our tranquil return from a week of twists and turns, had one final turn of the screw. A spanner had been well and truly thrown into our innermost works.
Other useful hand tools are available....
Enjoyed the twists and turns. Just be glad you got home. You must admit, it's hardly a hardship being back at Chez Nous in lockdown. Just one question ......... where are all the pics of your dear wife Annick on the Gnome-Trek?
ReplyDeleteAh yes! Annick, my dear wife! Yes, she was around somewhere, but se wanted to remain aGnominous ...
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