There is a little corner of the universe that will always remain Gascony.

Café Le Coin in Trie-sur-Baïse.

The hunters turn away for a second and the wild boar gets her young across the gap, hopefully.

When the moon is right and the rain allows, the roads and fields are filled with tractors.

Beware, a herd of papis may be ahead and they don't move very fast. A troupeau is a herd.

There is only so much gardening a man can do.

This cheeky chappy is being rather rude. "A gottle o' geer!

Heavens, wine growing has certainly move on since my day.

Mamie has found a way to make the most of her chickens' talent at scratching up the soil. It uses less fuel too!

When the palombes migrate through SW France, hunters climb up to their cabins in the top of the trees. Sometimes the ladders need repairing. This lazy hunter has strung up a trapeze instead and his fellow hunter is not happy!