|Vide Grenier in Carcassonne.....150+ stalls expected......4 turned up.......very drookit.|
I love the word….drook, or drouk, as a verb, to drench or soak, or steep…so it can refer to people, animals, trees, or even pulses which require an overnight drookin.
Somehow to feel drookit is not just feeling wet, but to be miserably so. It has to be one of the most expressive words in the Scottish vocabulary.My first official visitor to our new house in Caunes left today after 5 days of feeling pretty drookit. We found some warmth and sun by crossing the Montagnes Noires yesterday and visiting Albi….but this side of the mountains has remained drookit all week.
|Albi, yesterday, looking amazing....some pale blue patches and shadows indicating a hint of summer weather may be on the way....the other side of the Montagnes Noires.|
I will avoid the inner misery implied by the word and think about how much good it is doing my newly planted shrubs, and how full the water butts will be when I need the extra water for the garden. In the meantime I will revel in the fact that the view from my terrace is spectacular no matter what the weather…and go and dig out another pair of warm socks.
|Caunes Minervois, from my terrace, looking fairly drookit.|