Imagine our surprise when rounding the corner from the post office at the top of the road in Pont d’Ouilly, we were stopped and told we could go no further.
“You can park over there!” he said, “It’ll only be for about twenty minutes.” So much for making good time from Ouistreham!
We found ourselves surrounded by all the fun of the fair. “They shouldn’t have gone to so much trouble.” I thought.
It was one of the 12 Communes’ celebrations, and this years’ was for Pont d’Ouilly. I had helped to make crepe paper flowers for the float the year we’d moved here, when it was our Commune’s turn to parade.
We stood at the end of the bridge, and watched as the floats slowly came by, preceded by a band and ladies dancing with lighted sticks, and followed by a hospital float bringing up the rear with a few questionable victims laid out on stretchers!
There was definitely a piratical theme, Pirates and Doxies all over the place!
It wended slowly, stopping from time to time; tractor drivers performing incredible tasks of dexterity over humps and around corners!
Tractors and floats slowly trundled down the hill to the bridge, surrounded by light, noise, laughter and gazing eyes. Sometimes a Pirate or Doxey disengaged from the float and came over to hug a woman, standing and watching, nearby.
When the last float had disgorged its occupants and floated off into the night, we prepared to wend our weary way home at last …..
After fireworks then!
Past all the fun of the fair prettily lit up in pink! …..
Dark shadows of merry makers passing by as we inched our way out of the melee and onto the dark road home …..
…..to be met by a ghostly meadow where the path should be …..
….welcome glimpses of flower movement …..
…and fast-fading memories of the welcome home, as we made a cuppa, made the bed, and thought about the grass cutting to do in the following days!
…and so to bed!
Anne ….. 25.05.15. Normandy.