When I went out on the terrace this morning to greet the swans, a man was pulling his boat upstream, with great effort. I have no idea where he came from, where he was going or who he was, but such an incongruous sight on the Dordogne (there are no boats on this part of the Dordogne as there is a natural weir in front of the chateau and the water is too shallow and runs too fast for any form of boat) warranted a quick photograph and immediately brought Bonnie Tyler's gravelly voice to mind...
(Lyrics by Ronnie Scott & Steve Wolfe)
I was lost in France
In the fields the birds were singing
I was lost in France
And the day was just beginning
As I stood there in the morning rain
I had a feeling I can't explain
I was lost in France in love
I was lost in France
And the vines were over-flowing
I was lost in France
And a million stars were glowing
And I looked round for a telephone
To say 'baby I won't be home'
I was lost in France in love
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