Four years ago today it was a Sunday and Remembrance Day. Also Nick’s birthday.
We had owned our little house for two days and were staying in the hotel in the village while we bought some basic furniture, such as a bed, and got the house ready for us to spend our first night there. That would be tomorrow.
Our only friends so far in the village, Barrie and Lucie, invited us to join them in watching the November 11th parade through the village. We were amazed at how big an occasion it was. The parade and the villagers gathered round the war memorial behind the church and there were speeches. All the names of the village war dead were read out and there were tears in the eyes of many of the people around the memorial, including mine. It was incredibly moving.
Afterwards we joined everyone for drinks in the salle des fêtes and were introduced to Alex and Nicole and their two little girls, Isabella and Amélie. We were made extremely welcome by the people of the village and Barrie also introduced us to the Maire.
It was a bitterly cold day, in great contrast to the unseasonably mild November we are having this year. We were well wrapped up in warm coats and woolly scarves.