In case you missed it on Monday, I was on CBC’s Canada Reads site talking about scary motels in New Mexico, a city with an official donut, and, of course, The Scottish Ambassador.
I’ve rabbited away on BBC Radio 1 and a slew of times on RTE Radio 1 and 2FM in Ireland, but this was my first time on anything in my newly adopted land, so I smirked quite a lot.
A few people have asked me about the marmot theme park I mention in the CBC interview. La Montagne aux Marmottes! A whole park devoted to the furry wee beasties! “The Mountain” is in an obscure corner of Provence in a wee, tiny village called Le Sauze du Lac and I insisted that my entire family accompany me to experience it. Twice. Only my mum was lucky enough to escape the outings. I think we saw the sum total of two actual, live marmots between us.
Here are a few shots from that fabulous family escapade…
Note, no actual living marmots feature in any pictures. Seriously, if any of us even thought we caught a glimpse of a marmot, the entire clan would gallop over to the alleged place of sighting, pointing, jostling, scanning, ever hopeful that we might see a famed Provencal Marmotte in real life. Each time it’d turn out to be a particularly bushy tussock. Or a rare owl. Or a pygmy donkey. Or some other such disappointment. Dammit, we came to see marmots. We were a family with a focus and that focus was marmots.