Vincent lives in a horse-drawn caravan with his two black and white dogs and a huge horse, in a field outside the village. He does sheep-shearing and lots of odd jobs. Today he was painting shutters for the Mayor in the big barn opposite. He had his radio on very loud. We waved to him as we were going out the door and said "Comment ca va?". He said "Tres bien". He's always very cheery. He came across the road to shake hands, taking his work glove off as he walked towards us. What a shock! The 4th and 5th fingers on his right hand were little stumps. We asked what happened. He said he lost two fingers in an accident ..."nothing serious". One was crushed and the other got so badly infected it had to be removed to save his hand. He was more upset that one of his dogs (called Patate = Potato) had died last week of old age.
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