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  • As an Englishwoman, I have hitherto spent very little time anxiously gazing at the sky hoping for rain... rather the opposite in fact.

    However here in France we have had no rain for nearly a month and what the papers call "la secheresse" is starting to have serious consequences.

    Most alarmingly for the papers, the hunting season, which started yesterday, is being badly affected. Such cover as there is is badly withered and inadequate, so the small birds and animals the hunters want to shoot are being easily picked off by foxes and buzzards.

    Because I prefer buzzards and foxes to hunters, on the whole, I am inclined to cheer about this, but I am not so happy that my garden needs constant watering.

    Luckily our spring has not dried up, though its flow has slowed. This unprepossessing bit of plastic pipe sticking out of the side of a bridge is two doors down from my house, and the place where I fill my watering cans.

    I have hunted for the source of the spring without success, it must come from deep underground. Day and night it trickles noisily down to the river, when not being intercepted to refresh my lavender, scented geraniums, irises, morning glory, lemon verbena and roses...
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