You Must Be From Away

…fruit flies like a banana

Driving behind a battered old van on the winding road up to Gordes this afternoon. Absolutely crawling along ….40….up to 50…down to 35. On the straight bits.
Parked next to him on the square and saw it was the old guy who’s at the market in Coustellet on Sundays, selling sheep manure and dried herbs.
“Crikey” I said “I thought you were going to fall asleep at the wheel back there”
“Oh, I’m never in a rush” he said, pointing to the back of his van “I’ve always got plenty of thyme….”