January 5, 2013

Haudainville290‘Haudainville?!’ exclaimed Fred of Verdun. ‘There’s nothing there.’

‘Well, I have a farmer set out from there in a story I have written.’

‘Really?’ He laughs. ‘I happen to know some farmers in Haudainville. But there is still nothing there.’

Well, yes and no. There is the beginning of a story there and I want to see this natal place.

But Fred proves his local knowledge is on the mark.  But I get ahead of myself. It’s not light until 0830 so I linger in bed and don’t rush to get going. I will be walking up a country road shortly and don’t really want to be doing that in the dark. Besides, I have been awake most of the night reading as I try and put aside  my jet lag and the last of that headache. Read more