Last year when we came this way, we came across some garden decoration, and took note of a couple of pointers indicating a possible direction for our own place on our return from our travels.
Purely in the interests of research you understand, I took photographs from as many angles as a camera hand held on a gently bucking boat ascending a lock would allow, in order to record a certain brazen little gnomette hussy, baring her all for our passing pleasure. Well it’s 2015 now, and it appears that scantily clad gnomes are very much last years’ thing. While my post at the time was headed “Ignomeny”, a clever little pun I thought at the time, I could not have foreseen exactly how ignominious her demise would be, nor how shabbily her grubby little mate would turn out to be.
We shouldn’t really pass judgement on their lack of underwear though. Had we not managed to squeak in a load of washing before departure time this morning we could very well have been clad similarly.
Instead, here we are in Ligny appropriately layered, neither of us upended in the bin, a further twelve kilometres upstream and hastily erasing last years landscape concepts.