1.0Le Mouchinghttps://lemouching.com/en/Cyril Kamirhttps://lemouching.com/en/author/cyrilkamir/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="Kc2OCnNwmt"><a href="https://lemouching.com/en/2013/02/summer-memories/">SUMMER MEMORIES</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://lemouching.com/en/2013/02/summer-memories/embed/#?secret=Kc2OCnNwmt" width="600" height="338" title="“SUMMER MEMORIES” — Le Mouching" data-secret="Kc2OCnNwmt" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://lemouching.com/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> Who doesn’t remember those endless summer evenings when only hunger could drag you from the river, when the excitment of seing trout rising to your birdlikes flies drove you out of your mind! I remeber those nights: not wanting to go home, fishing into the night , casting in the dark only guided by the sound I thought I was hearing, chilled to the bone, flabbergasted. I remember Lappland where the only rest I had was when I was exhausted […]