The hunting season started yesterday south of the Loire. For some reason those north of the river have to wait another week.

Anyway I passed a few chaps in camouflage loitering about on the fringes of the woods with their rifles and their dogs as I made my way to the golf course. I mused idly whether any of them might be interested in stalking my unwelcome visitors but I dare say they prefer being out in the fresh air pitting their wits and their overwhelmingly superior resources against bigger game.

They (my unwelcome visitors that is) have consumed a fair amount of poison these last few days but it doesn't seem to have done more so far than give them a bad case of the runs.