When we first arrived here 13 years ago we wanted to throw ourselves headlong in to French life, so we both bought boules. Lovely little bags to hold them in, measuring tapes, cochonnets, even a magnetic string for picking up the boules without bending.
We saw a boules competition advertised at a Fête at a nearby hameau Lez so we jumped into the car and off we went with all our posh gear.
The match was a bit slow in starting so Malc and I found a bit of terrain to practise on and were watched by interested onlookers. The word somehow got round that we were hustlers come to take on the locals and when teams were allotted we were paired with all the champions... well you can just imagine what defeats we suffered. It could have been humiliating and it was! but as I recall we won a bottle of wine. Malc thinks we beat some children towards the end, I think it was the locals making a nice gesture to some old humiliated "rosbifs"
At the end of the evening a band played and to show how long ago it was, the drummer was Colin local builder, who then changed to Colleen and is now very happily Chloe with new partner.
Gosh how times change.
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