Herd instincts

Just recently I've been talking to folk about my time living in France and my ongoing problem in selling my crumbling ruin (reluctantly) in the south of that country... I got to thinking about my former life then suddenly realized I hadn't heard, for some months, from my dear friend Bernard the llama farmer, my llama mentor. It reminded me that I must get in touch with him. I began to worry.

So here are a couple of pages from my book Bon Courage!, with my silly drawing of some of the llamas, which recount my first meeting with dear Bernard. It was a day that will forever be imprinted on my mind in many ways, since on the way back home the radio was frantically relating the horror that was occurring in America on the day of the 9/11 atrocities. I couldn't quite understand the rapid French at the time, but when I got back home to Le Mas Mauvis I watched with horror on TV with my other lovely friend David. We were stunned.

So, from one single thought comes a torrent of memories, not all pleasant.

I hope Bernard is ok.