There was a bit of an Orage here last week and the day after Síle, Colm and I went to Les Cabanes de Fleury to see the aftermath.

The storm past, the sun was shining weakly.

The storm had, however, shifted the sands to capture a tree.

This mysterious artifact, disguised with barnacles, which had plainly spent a long time underwater before being washed ashore by the storm.

This boat, byond repair, was left gasping like a stranded pelican.

Someone had started to make a shelter from the copious amounts of driftwood brought down by the River Aude.

These caterpillars, poisonous acording to Colm, were unpreturbed.

Neither did the Yucca plants seem affected.