By EJ Patience.
In her youth, Madame Boisseau danced with Les Folies Bergere.
These days she pickles and bakes with her harvest of walnuts and provides gossip for the villagers.
Opinions differ as to the cause of her still-youthful looks.
Are they due to her well-water, her walnut-flavoured Pinot, or the steady stream of lovers who have climbed the path up the hill to her house over the years?
Read by Clare Higgins