marche nocture

[woolybanana]

Ah the relaxation of autumn. The whole commune and those around is walking the bounds of my commune, a marche nocturne. Every kilometre or so there is a staging post where they play a game, hear a story or listen to a bit of music. And have a nip, or two. Now they are shouting and singing. I DARE NOT TRANSLATE because it is very very very rude and our mods are such shy people and it is neerly sundey. But it is French culture isn't it. No, I wont , won't.

In fact I think they may be at IT in my woods. Those are definitely not the sounds of quiet conversation. Just a moment, I'll get a camera and a bucket of water.

[Dick Smith]

Go on - you've been looking for a chance to integrate...

[woolybanana]

Not with those thighs I havent and they are much much more pissed than I and couldnt find the way. They all have torches but their batteries will be nearly down by now. Better listen to their singing from the first floor terrace as I type.

[woolybanana]

Apart from those in the bushes the rest have gone at last. Phew, peace and quiet at last. No, more arriving I think, really pissed plus the bushes rustling more and more. Quite climactic really.

[woolybanana]

Ya, that was the climax of the night by the sound of it. Very satisfying and orgasmic.

[mint]

Woolybanana

You do know that they have a word to describe people who indulge in your sort of activities, don't you?  Wouldn't it be better to make it a case of "if you can't beat them, join them"?

[woolybanana]

There is little chance of avoiding their actions and sounds when right under one's nose so to speak, even with the window shut and Astrid and Joao Gilbereto belting out late night music.

For the one action I need a loving partner as one night stands are less than satisfactory don't you find,  and for the other which was a 10km or 16km walk plus boozy refreshment points, both a regenerated liver and much less arthritic pain.

However I did join them for a few minutes around 1am when only the serious drinkers remained.