While I was working at the Roundhouse, a friend of mine, Robbie Simpson, the guy who had got me the job at the Roundhouse, left England and went to live with his French girlfriend in the hills near to Orange, on a lavender farm. As one does.
So on a fine summer’s day I went down there to visit them, and had an experience I would happily have missed, namely rolling down a French hillside in a car full of geese.
We were heading to see a friend of his to give them a couple of rather large and vociferous geese in Robbie’s small Citroen Dyana, when as we were rounding a rather sharp corner on a mountain road, we met a car coming the other way in the middle of the road….
Robbie braked and swerved to avoid a head on collision, but sadly, as is all too often the way in rural France, the road was covered in fine gravel.. So we simply slid over the edge of the road and went rolling down the hillside, turning over and over as we went.
All rather confusing, and made tricky by having those geese tumbling all over the place as we went. Luckily we were rolling relatively slowly, and finally came to rest upside down in a field at the bottom of the hillside. I found myself hanging upside down with a large and infuriated goose between me and the roof of the car, not a good place to find oneself, as they have large and active wings, and very serious beaks…. So extra pain was the result of that dammed goose.
After sitting there for a few seconds, somewhat dazed, we scrambled out of the car, releasing the geese as we did so. They had been stuffed into two large brown paper bags for transport, but in the course of our undignified rolling down the hillside, had escaped from those bags… So they went rushing off to get as far from both the car and us as they could – understandably I suppose.