A country safe for bunnies

After a slightly dull plant sale, Mr B and I had a very restorative stroll along the ridge above the village, where it turns out our neighbours were sending a non-fascist to the Élysée Palace by a large majority. Phew.

Today also saw much discussion on the options the kids have next year at school, discussions which would have been pointless had the French electorate made a different choice.

I know a lot of folk have had to hold their noses to vote this way, and I am grateful to them all. Just as every vote for Brexit felt a bit personal to me, so does every vote against a fascist government in France.

Vive la France.