Thanksgiving Day in the South of France

I hadn't realised it was Thanksgiving Day until my friends in Florida sent me a full and detailed run down of the culinary delights they were set to indulge in today. Roast turkey, candied yams, cranberry jelly, roast potatoes, roast parsnips, brussel sprouts, leeks, carrots etc etc. After, apparently, the television goes on for copious amounts of American football washed down with gallons of beer.

So you may be left wondering why on earth there is a picture today of Father Christmas dangling from the branches of the rose bush that creeps up the front of the gite. (And very pretty it looks too in full bloom in the spring).

Well............. with all this talk of roast turkey complete with all the trimmings it galvanized me into thinking of some piccies for Christmas. You see unless you are here you have no idea how difficult it is to even comprehend that Christmas is set to descend on us in a matter of weeks. And this beautiful warm weather simply does not help although there is the first sprinkling of snow on the Pyrenees this morning.

So you have to imagine that His Lordship is being directed to dangle Father Christmas from the terrace of the gite.

Well wouldn't you just know who appears at the critical moment when I'm struggling to achieve an arty shot ?

La Poste.

Hence poor old Father Christmas being dropped from His Lordships clutches straight onto the branch of the rose bush directly below.

As the photograph proves................