Someone left the gate to the chicken run open again.

Nothing is better than a communal preen. Followed by a dustbath and a snooze in the shade.

There go Caroline's newly planted flowers

A Gascon cowboy

A stolen kiss amongst the vines.

Has anyone seen the corkscrew? On reflection, it was quite clear to see.

The dilemma of having family and friends to stay.

Don’t tell me that you've not done this at least once in your life.

Battery chickens, or, Poules de batterie. In French, a batterie is also a drum, drumkit, or percussion.

We all know ‘The Laughing cow’ cheese. It’s literally translated from the French brand ‘La vache qui rit’. This cow prefers frying.