An introduction to the Corsican Countryside...

This morning I was shouted at by a very irate Corsican for not keeping control of my dog. OK, so it's a hunting dog and has no road sense which is how it nearly got run over (it laid down in the middle of the road when I shouted at it). To be fair, he did have a point, but the only problem with his argument really was that IT'S NOT MY DOG!!!! 

 

I did try to protest my innocence, but I was too distracted by the rather over enthusiastic arm waving and gesturing that could have passed for Mediterranean style voguing, so in the end he just jumped back in his van and roared off, narrowly avoiding the sheep dog that was also wandering down the middle of the road…