MURDER IS EVERYWHERE—Sunday, 11th February 2018
As I write this I’m in France, in Barcelonnette in the French Alps, not far from Nice, doing research for parts of two books I hope to be working on later this year. I’m also finishing writing another while I’m here, which is the kind of multi-tasking I like best.
We drove down from the UK via the Dover to Calais ferry and then the autoroutes through France, on notably smooth roads that were almost devoid of other traffic, stopping in Beaune in the Burgundy region for lunch, and then an overnight in Épernay in the heart of Champagne country. Do you think there’s a pattern forming here?
I have visited Beaune before, for the launch of the French edition of one of fellow crime author R.M. Cartmel’s wine and crime trilogy, set in and around nearby Nuits-Saint-Georges. This time involved less wine and more driving.
The mountain roads are twisting and tortuous, but the number of Napoleonic fortifications in this area is quite breath-taking, as is the wildlife. Already I’ve seen deer and a wild boar, and the last visit included ibex and marmots. I’m still hoping for chamois …
This week’s Words of the Week are flotsam and jetsam. Although often lumped together, they are very different in maritime law. Jetsam is stuff thrown or jettisoned from a ship in trouble in order to lighten the load. If you find it, it’s yours. Flotsam, on the other hand, is cargo or wreckage that has floated from a ship as it sank, and is legally the property of the vessel’s owner.