Spit-Roast Guinea Fowl

My friend Harry decided to ‘drop out’ and buy a farm in Provence. Working on the principle that to make a small fortune you start with a large one, using various inheritances he decided to stock the farm with animals. I visited him one day to find him sitting on the terrace of the farm with a sleepy-looking guinea fowl in one arm and Teach Yourself Chicken Rearing in the other. The terrace was littered with half-finished glasses of wine and pastis from a party the night before - Harr