Outside, a storm is raging: Rain is clattering on the dormer, and the huge pine tree in the front garden is bending ever lower towards the house. One day it will snap, but hopefully not today. Sometimes that's all we can pray for, "Not today please". And yet this is peaceful compared with the noise we have experienced over the last few days. We are in Normandie at present, and this weekend there has been a huge agricultural show in the area with around half a million visitors: Most of whom seemed to walk straight past our gate.