Earlier in the week I was sampling the fine sights/sites of Dartmoor and Cornwall (those I could find, and in the latter case amid seven straight hours of rain) and was infuriated to see this - the only example I noticed in ten~ days in and around the area.
Well I’m pleased to say that I’ve yet to see that one here in the S of France, or find someone to express any support for this latest Euro-insanity. Our only experience of note was having to share a small beach on a large lake with half a dozen Ukrainians. We’d found a spot to swim a few dozen metres from the next couple of people when a woman and a couple of young fair children walked past and stood in the water, followed by two more women and a small child, and a dog. While I listened intently to what sounded like Russian but wasn’t quite, it slowly dawned on me they were Ukies. Only later did one man appear, who’d been lighting a fire behind us for the barbie; he was overweight and rather slavish - perhaps one of those drivers who skipped out of the country earlier, along with the women and children. It was sobering to realise that their husbands/brothers/sons were likely fighting, injured, dead or fled.
But then we started to realise they behaved like Ukrainians, as if we weren’t there, even though they thought presumably that we were French. And the more I looked the more they looked like those ‘women of Azovstal’ who held up posters of ‘Putin terrorist’… Who knows where they were living, in that country area, like cuckoos. Or what they will do now as Russia takes over more of their country. She’d hardly want THEM back - so France will have to keep them, and the French will have to pay for them ‘as long as it takes’ - providing literature and teaching materials in Ukrainian. Even if real war is somehow avoided, there will be years of acute discontent and disturbance in European society - and no doubt in the UK also.