Wild boar

We had gone out to meet a friend for drinks last night in Bar-sur-Seine, it was a lovely evening chatting about her new life in London, and how she is settling into all things British, whilst we shared how we are settling into all things French. The time always seems to fly by when we are together.

On the drive home, as it was around dusk, we could see some dark little figures in a field off to our right. Brian exclaimed “they are wild boar”. I pulled over and reversed back to get a better view. There was mum and dad and five piglets, all snuffling around on the floor in the search for food. The mum spotted us, and started to run off into the woods, dad and 4 piglets soon followed, with the last piglet soon realising he had been left behind, so running as fast as he could to catch up so as not to lose sight of his little family.

The pictures are not great as it was getting dark, but you’ll get the idea.