There are posts that belong to a blog yet appear elsewhere. The Huntsman has taken what should be mine and the pain is exquisite:
O che sciagura d'essere senza coglioni! remarked Mr HG unfolding the Sundays. But it was too late.
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Who has your posts, HG and why does Mr HG wish he had no balls? I am sure this can't be right...
The Huntsman, a very fine blog like bitterest chocolate, had Voltaire before I'd finished my Weetabix, L.
Mr HG was merely quoting, in his classical education instant response mode, to our Leader's lacks. But I was too late at the keyboard.
Ahhh! I see. Yes, Huntsman got there first :-(
He probably has a horse L.
Had I but known, I would have deferred to a lady, but alas! The Truffle Hound nosed me out of bed before the sparrows were about and I have been waiting these 35 years to deploy that little gem and could wait no more.....Time waits for no man nor woman, it seems.
The Huntsman's blog has undergone a radical transformation in appearance and vigour. A heavy horse now, I think.
Once we owned a truffle field, H, bordered by large oak trees, and there was a hound to nose them out. It was fiercely guarded by the farmer and its truffles highly prized.Poverty and a young family drove us to sell it to him (he had far more money than we did)which, of course, we regret now as it will never be offered for sale again although our financial placings are reversed. Much the same happened to the sweet chestnut woods.
Outlying fields, or woods or high pastures, or water meadows used to belong to a particular holding even though necessarily widely scattered because of their physical characteristics; now these landholding patterns are disappearing as marginal subsistence farming becomes consolidated landholdings with privatized rights of way as access is no longer economically and technically essential, farm buildings converted to holiday 'villas' and the countryside slowly being closed to most.
It looks very manicured and lovely, but looking, not walking into the landscape, is now the order of the day.
If the link to The Huntsman blog allowed one to look a at it, it would be more useful. Tease ...
Elby, so sorry, if I click on the Huntsman in the list it goes straight through. Not sure what to do.
A lost domaine de truffes is a thing of great sadness, almost beyond grief.
One of the by products of the CAP and French law concerning inheritance, the field patterns have, in some places, changed very little for hundreds of years. The bocage of Normandy is an example.
This field pattern gives a real sense of the human scale and the concomitant wealth of hedgerows with their huge larders of wild fruits for birds and others a reminder of how it was here, not so long ago that it is beyond the ken of man.
I am sorry Elby is having a problem with your link: one might also try http://umbrellog.blogspot.com/ where The Huntsman hangs his cap each day....
I once lived in a Fenland town where we had a beautiful walnut tree in the back yard which, being entirely windproofed, meant a huge annual haul of fine walnuts. Now it is an Indian Restaurant.
As Gloria Munday might say: Thus Pass the Nuts of the World.
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