Lives of great men will remind us
We can make our lives sublime
And,departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time.
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Longfellow
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I saw a jolly hunter
With a jolly gun
Walking in the country
In the jolly sun.
In the jolly meadow
Sat a jolly hare.
Saw the jolly hunter.
Took jolly care.
Hunter jolly eager-
Sight of jolly prey.
Forgot gun pointing
Wrong jolly way.
Jolly hunter jolly head
Over heels gone.
Jolly old safety catch
Not jolly on.
Bang went the jolly gun.
Hunter jolly dead.
Jolly hare got clean away.
Jolly good, I said.
Charles Causey - (24 August 1917 – 4 November 2003) was a Cornish poet, schoolmaster and writer. His work is noted for its simplicity and directness and for its associations with folklore, especially when linked to his native Cornwall.
I think you've spelled the town name incorrectly but I can't be bothered to check. For VR and me the town is significant and we stayed the night there. Even more significant was where we'd come from - the Caen ferry terminal. I was driving the Lexus for the first time in France, the first car I owned with air conditioning. A/C allowed me to drive with windows closed and thus avoid fatiguing wind roar on a very hot day. We left the ferry at 6 am and just kept on driving; we'd allowed two days to get to our villa in Marseillan on the Mediterranean coast and could easily have reached it in one day. Castel-whatever is the HQ of the French Foreign Legion. I suspect you won't be too far away from Le Moulin.
ReplyDeleteRR - yes, it should be Castelnaudray - el not le. I guessed it was probably wrong when I typed it but, like you, couldn't be bothered to check - attention to detail in the field is not as easy as it is chez-moi. Didn't realise proximity to Le Moulin and I can't remember exactly where it was. How did we ever mange without air-con?
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