© Number 10 B & B 2018
In February each year, our neighbouring village of Geronce holds it Carnival and associated revelries over two consecutive weekends.
A reason for the locals to celebrate and let their hair down in style and bring colour to one of the more drab months of the year.
Along with the rest of France we have had a very, very wet winter – great for snow up in the mountains but a bit miserable for early morning dog walks.
So the valley carnival certainly cheers things up with cabarets and dances each Friday and Saturday night. The procession itself is always scheduled for the first Sunday with the option of delaying it for a week if the weather is not on side. Normally this works well as one of the two weekends is bound to be dry and sunny but sadly not so in 2018.
The weather was marginally better on the second Sunday although by no means perfect but did little to dampen everyone’s enthusiasm for the procession and the evening bash to close the proceedings.
One of the many floats was an homage to the late French icon, Johnny Hallyday. Somewhat eerily, the great man arose from his coffin playing his guitar before slowly sinking down to disappear once more. The floats represent hours of work and the detail in this one was incredible even to the extent you could see his fingers moving over the strings as he played.
The following morning out dog walking, I was amused to come across many abandoned vehicles in the surrounding lanes and tracks, everything from 2CV to top end Mercedes. Several appeared to contain the living dead, revellers who clearly had the sense not to attempt drive home the night before.
Quite how, 4 hefty lads managed not only to squeeze into a particularly small car but then to sleep like babies, defeats me. I assume being young and supple they were also be capable of unravelling and moving next day – sadly those days are long past for us.
I did feel sorry for one young lass whose day would not get off to the best start. I guess she probably turned the heater on for a bit of warmth but also the head lights which she had managed to leave on all night.
Later on that day, you would not know anything had happened – cars disappeared, roads were swept and the road signs were being reinstated – peace has returned to the Josbaig Valley until next year.
We had been assured when we moved down here that in winter we could get frosts over-night but it was unlikely to last through the day and snow in the village was highly improbable.
With severe weather warnings in place on the Meteo and an email from our insurers warning us to take precautions, we prepared for the worst as February came to a close.
A snowy walk with Max the following morning with the temperature around 2° but a couple of hours later it was all over.
The very next day we were back enjoying lunch in the garden as the temperature had gone up by 16 degrees – a fluctuation to send alarmists prophesising Armageddon.