Cycling round the beautiful French country lanes as much as I do, (51 miles today) I get to see a lot of road kill, or remnants of “La Chasse.”
Today though, I saw the one sight that I, as an Englishman, find the worst to see.
Poor little red squirrel, flattened in the middle of the road.
As all Brits know, they are almost extinct on our sceptered isle, just a very few small pockets of resistance, holding out against their large, brash, grey American rivals. Although they are fairly common here in France, certainly around where I live, each time I see a poor little tufty, lying dead in the road, it makes me very sad.