Here in the Couseran hills, southern
France, with the backdrop of the mighty snow capped Pyrenees, we just cannot seem to get around to exhausting ourselves, rushing around overdoing things for Christmas. In , everyday is special, and we know that there will always be another lunch. France
So, in about thirty minutes time, Larry & I will go over to
Bayonne (the Atlantic Ocean side of the country) for the next three days, taking in the Bayonne/Castres rugby match tomorrow night. Back here to the hills late on Saturday, Christmas Eve, hopefully laden down with splendid goodies from the Basque country, including the world famous Bayonne Ham and maybe some cheeses.
We will collect our cooked Goose on Christmas morning from Chez Coutanceau, one of the excellent Traiteurs in our local town, St Girons. I will phone friends during the afternoon while drinking
and in the late evening we will close all shutters and with a roaring fire going, eat said Goose. Champagne
Later, we will watch TV, eat pudding and drink delicious dessert wine. We will dine out next day in a local restaurant.
doesn’t celebrate the 26th, so it’s back to work…and I have three articles to get out before mid-January. France