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!

The plumber's bum. Burnt.

'Follow me boys…'

A twist on the Gershwin classic, boue is french for mud .. and these Gascon pigs couldn't be happier.

'Froid de canard' is a French description when it is bitterly cold. Clearly, this poor chap is going to have to do better than a few droopy flowers to warm this lady's heart. 

Ducks. A study in blue.

This happy snowman has all he needs. POP!

The free concerts on the main square draw jazz fans the whole day. Even if it's just as background music to their snooze, read or conversation.

This little duck is confronted by some scarily familiar words.

This chap visits Paris' most famous landmark and loses the most famous attribute a Gascon could wear. Available as an A4, A3, A2 print and on canvas.