Early morning at La Folie, as Digby and I step out of the front door to feed the sheep and chickens. That big fir tree filtering the sunlight is the Lone Pine, at whose foot Emil and Silent Mary are buried.
La crise - the credit crunch - may be upon us, but so, too, is the unspeakable loveliness of nature, on both sides of the English Channel.
I send my very best wishes to all my readers - with thanks for their patience in waiting for Book 2 - and a warm welcome to anyone who may be visiting this website for the first time. Bonnes fêtes, and a very happy new year.
