Most people think of wild boar as being a thing of the past and the thing about living in the mountains is that the past is the present here. The kettle is a matter for debate in the local bars and broadband is obviously some sort of wide elastic band. Anyway this is beside the point because to add to the lists of things that I want to make my paradise complete I upped the ante by suggesting that a pig for the house may be a good thing. I’d seen the films and a cute little pig curling up in front of the fire and watching TV while sharing the popcorn seemed like a good idea. That was, of course, until my husband drove down to the village one day and not a few hundred meters from the car park came across three big wild boars and what looked like a lot of small animals. Stopping the car he realised that the small animals where twelve to fifteen piglets hot tailing it across the road after their parents. As he told me afterwards, my husband had just one thought at that time, ‘piglet’. The last piglet, because there’s always one, saw the car and turned back . With his hand on the door handle my husband levered the door. ‘Piglet’, he thought. His next thought was ’bugger this’, as he saw one of the adult wild boars turn back for the stray. When he got home he told me of how he very nearly got out of the car to get me my pig. It’s just one of those things but I know that one day he’ll return to the house with a wild board piglet in his arms screaming ’shut the bloody door’ as the parents come charging after.
I did love the pics as well as the story of the country life. I lived in the country on a farm house for 2yrs it was situated on the coast and nearly an hour away from the town but i got fed up as i had to travel at night time and had to avoid hitting kangaroos which would end up sitting on the roads.