Two or three times a year the local mairie sends out one of its fleet of tractors to cut the grass and trim the hedges that bound most of the minor roads in the commune – including the one that passes through our little hamlet. This is known as the ‘fauchage’ – not to be confused with ‘chauffage’, whch means heating.

These guys don’t take any prisoners and there’s no room to pass them, so you just have to get out of the way as best you can.

Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: anything with wheels