Extreme Boule

When I look back on the day it makes me smile. Hardened Provencal boulistes who seldom stray far from their bar and the boule square opposite were spread out all across the vineyard. They played in the lavender, they played in the vines. No terrain was too harsh for them as they relentlessly hunted down the cochonnet. The wonder of the day was that they didn’t just shake their heads in disgust and go home. Instead they embraced extreme boule. “Can we play this every weekend,” “it’s like golf but cheaper,” they cried as they meandered through the provencal countryside surrounding Chateau Saint Esteve de Neri. “C’est le fanny” they shouted as they blew raspberries and kissed each other’s bottoms.

The response was overwhelmingly positive, so positive that it’s possible to say a new sport has been born. Watch this space for details of the next tournament.