We were invited to a picnic last night at the Camping de Gourjade. Twenty primary-school footballers from Wakefield and their families have descended on Castres and the organiser, our friend Brigitte, was looking for some moral support.
Castres has been twinned with Wakefield for the last fifty years. Both were important textile towns, and the scheme used to be commercially important. No more; but it's still good for school exchanges and for developing Castres' fledgling tourist business.
Herne, wearing his Beckham shirt, happily joined in a foot volleyball game with Owen, Gerrard, Ronaldo and other replica stars. Ronaldo went off to play cricket after a while.
My lot were intrigued by the visitors' strong Yorkshire accent. The lady from the Mairie confessed herself totally baffled by it.
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I understood the accent!
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