A River Runs Through It

A copy of a postcard, taken rather a long while ago. Our house is the one on the left.

We had a little stroll through the village at the weekend and took some video of the river Artaut. We followed it from the source where it comes up through the old stones, just before the ‘Lavoir’ – which is the old wash house. It then flows through the village, past our house – which is just before the little weir where it turns and flows under the road – then out through the village, where it calms down as it widens slightly, trickling alongside the road. It is so clear and sparkles when the light catches it. As it leaves the village deep, rich green grasses hug its borders. The freshly washed strands tugged gently by the flow along its banks.