SEPTEMBER IN MONTCUQ
This September is a potent month, I have eventually managed to travel to see my mother who is now in a home a half hours drive from Montcuq. she is 80 and is in the late stage of alzheimers. I spend 6 days with her holding her hand and trying to give her some comfort as she visibly fades away. As well I turn 60 this september but don’t really feel like celebrating.
It’s a difficult time. In between visits, I go for short walks around the village and out of the village into the surrounding countryside.
I also visit the French / English Bookshop daily.
I take my lap top in there with the aim to ‘sort out’ some writing, but I dont’ achieve much, That doesn’t really matter, it’s hot and I’m out of sorts. I buy a novel by Joyce Carol Oates called Breathe; which I hope will resonate with me. https://www.publishersweekly.com/pw/authorpage/joyce-carol-oates.html
I also get given a book by one of the local artists who lives in the village, It is called The death of Margaret Thatcher by Hilary Mantel; As well I also find a book in the house and start reading it; the T’he story of Lucy Gault, by wIlliam Trevor.
As my thoughts turn inwards, books start to seem special again to me.
I have sort of reached a point of intolerance to marketing/emails, online scams and general internet overload. retreating into other worlds is especially appealing right now, in particular, literature music and nature.
Animals and other friends
I always like to meet the local animals and have a quick chat they cheer me up.They can only be themselves and their lives are pretty basic they seem fairly content to me. One of the things I have noticed in the village is the amount of underfed semi feral cats around.
I try a couple of different walks this time and decide to pop into the hostel for walkers which is just about a 10 minute walk outside the main village. Having known the previous owner, a friend of the family, it seemed to be ok to venture over there. My understanding was the new couple were English. They were a lovely French couple but their English was as bad as my French; so the conversation was short and sweet.
The hostel is popular among hikers who mainly pass through on walking “The way!’, otherwise known as a The Camino de Santiago’ Lots of hikers pass through the village daily, en route. It is something I may do someday in memory of my mother.
Alzheimers is an awful disease and so little is known about it. Research is vital and I would try and do another fundraiser further on down the line.
see my recommended reading page for more books about walks.
Walking holidays are hugely popular in France but people especially of a working age are looking for random adventures. Reading an article in a local newspaper for the English living in France, it explores the growing trend among Parisians, looking for different landscapes.
Coming up this weekend
walking from Faversham to whitstable.
I have done this walk before and it is precisely because I know and like it that I’m doing it again.
Until next time keep on keeping on.
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