Christmas 2007

I was in France for Christmas in 2007, at about 5:30 am I crept out of where I was staying and snuck down to some local town. It was tiny, I can’t remember what it was called. I felt compelled to get away from everyone and feel the world around me before the house awoke and the Christmas hubbub began. I didn’t pass a soul. It was so misty. It was perfect.

There was an old railway line cutting through the countryside, it had been ‘tarmaced’ to become a cyclepath, I can’t remember the towns, it passed through or near…Cenac, Carsac or Souillac, I can’t remember which was which. And there was this church in the mist – a christmas gift to myself.