Branching out

Zut alors! Imagine our surprise and embarrassment when, walking over the supermarket car park in Onzain, we noticed that our newly acquired satellelite dish, our pride and joy, was wreathed in a garland of greenery. We must have defrocked a tree when we moved over to pass two cyclists on a narrow country lane. There was no way we could reach it at that point so we travelled on [150 miles, in fact] feeling a bit like Priscilla, Queen of the Desert, resplendent with our arborial decorations.