Haudainville
January 5, 2013
‘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
