Leaving like a lamb

Can we really be at the end of March already? It seems only yesterday that I was posting about March coming in like a lion, and here we are, on the cusp of April and the month, true to the old saying, is going out like a lamb.

DSCN3743The clocks jumped ahead by an hour this morning whilst the majority of us were sleeping, so we can now look forward to the longer evenings…perfect for sitting outside enjoying meals and drinks. I absolutely LOVE this time of year and even though summer is yet to arrive, I do feel that it is summer. Recently the European Parliament has voted to abolish daylight saving time in France, but not until 2021. The swallows have returned and are putting on their usual aerial display, swooping and diving as they hunt for food. The cuckoo has been calling loudly for at least the last 2 weeks, such a cheering sound and one that reminds me of childhood when we would hear the cuckoo in the woodlands surrounding the village in the UK. A bird missing from my childhood, but very present here in France is the hoopoe. This one took up prime position on my neighbour’s roof.

DSCN2768Unfortunately I didn’t get a very clear photo, so this next one is a stock photo from the internet.

The hoopoe (Upupa epops), Epupa epops, sitting on the branch with green backgroundThey are very exotic-looking birds with their bold stripes, long curved beak and funky “do”, and certainly in this area they seem to be very plentiful. The distinctive call (three “oop-oop-oop’s”) is a sure sign that spring is here. Perhaps we will have a change in the weather this next week with the return of some much needed rain. I know that some farmers were already concerned about the dry earth and their crops.

DSCN3746The village of Hanc slumbers in the late March heat, the days grow long and all is well in the world. I’m sure it’s time for a nice glass of wine. Santé!

A Bientot!




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Close to Home

To say that I am exhausted would be an understatement. Now that we have some glorious mild temperatures and an extended period of dry weather, I am busy sanding and painting les volets (shutters) on the house. Being new, they are taking 3 coats of paint making the process just a little bit too long-winded. However, there is a great sense of achievement to see them gradually completed and hanging once again. Readers of my blog will remember that I recently laid grass seed to a new area in the garden, and true to the information on the seed box, and much to my amazement, germination actually did take place 7-10 days after sowing! Simple things, but I am thrilled, and there is a very definite green hue to the once barren soil. (No pictures this time)!

Needing a break and having the urge to leave the painting for a while, I took Maggie into nearby Chef-Boutonne for a walk. First stop, the Eglise Saint-Chartier, a Romanesque church from about 1150. A staging route on the Roads to Santiago, the church of Saint-Chartier attracted many pilgrims who, hoping to be forgiven for their sins, came to venerate the 115 relics brought back from the Holy Land. There is mention of a fragment from the Christ’s cross, thorns from the crown of thorns, the Virgin Mary’s dress and her belt. Who knows if they really were the genuine article, and the number of pieces of the cross that are reported to be around the world leads me to think that it must have been enormous! Faith is an amazing thing for those that believe.




DSCN3737Having a bad day?

Passing through an arch to the side of the church is the Chateau de Javarzay. This was the site of an early castle, with it being reconstructed in 1514. In the 16th century it was one of the most magnificent buildings in Poitou. Today, all that remains of the chateau is the building which joins the two towers and the chapel.



DSCN3731Maggie really wasn’t interested in churches and castles, and just wanted to be getting on with the walk. There is a small lake and some very pleasant grounds to stroll around, and more to the point, lots of new smells for her to explore!

DSCN3730An almost perfect scene.

Suitably relaxed and refreshed, it’s time to get back to the painting.

A Bientot!




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The wearing of the green

Well, I couldn’t resist it. It is St Patrick’s Day, after all! However, I am avoiding the obvious pictures of green-clad leprechauns and shamrocks, pots of gold and Guiness! Anyway, there aren’t too many of them sitting around in rural France (leprechauns I mean). Come to think of it, I’ve yet to see any in Ireland, but perhaps my imagination button was turned off at the time! The green I’m talking about is the real kind, vibrant and fresh, bursting forth from this wonderful earth. It never fails to fascinate me just how the solid ground, frozen hard in the depths of winter can produce such verdant vegetation year after year. Surely one of lifes miracles, happening right before our eyes. As if by magic, the trees wear a hazy mantle that will only increase as the days lengthen. I love this time of year, full of hope and expectation.



DSCN3706And just for good measure, Happy St Patrick’s Day. Sláinte

A Bientot!

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One for the rook, one for the crow.

Following on from my post of a few days ago, I have now shifted all of the soil; several tonnes of it into my new raised bed (for my potager), and the rest now levelled out for a new grassed area. To say that it has been back-breaking is an understatement, and a slightly pulled muscle bears witness to my hard work. Moan? Yes I did. Sweat? Yes, by the bucket load. Think it would never end? Of course. But there is a wonderful sense of achievement when a job is completed and you can see the fruits of your labours. I already have some lettuce growing and my garlic has beautiful green shoots pushing their way skyward. Packets of seed are waiting my not so green fingers, and I am hopeful of some homegrown delights in the not too distant future. My thoughts are that everyone else seems to be able to grow veggies around here and I’m sure that they’re not all experts, so why not me? Anyway, back to the soil! I wonder if anyone else has the same problem as me….it’s almost impossible to get decent top-soil. Perhaps I should say it IS impossible, at least in this area. The soil I have was free, is full of stones (like all of the ground around here), and was full of weeds and old roots and rotting wood. But, it can’t be so bad, can it, seeing as it is absolutely crawling with worms?

DSCN3683This is the area which was the above-ground pool, all finished and grass seed scattered. I’m really hoping that the wire will stop Maggie from traipsing all over it and digging holes at random. Ideally it will rain a little and we won’t have a total deluge to wash the seed away into a muddy pile! I’m also hopeful that the birds will leave well alone. There is an old saying, as my post title suggests.

Plant four seeds in a row, one for the rook, one for the crow, one to wither and one to grow

Seems like a lot of seeds to plant, and I’ve never seen a rook or a crow in the garden, so fingers crossed that I will have a lush green lawn in no time at all!

Other garden things…I have finally cut down a tree that I didn’t like at all. It was in the wrong place and was too big. It was a liquidambar (or American sweetgum). I have to say that I HATE cutting down trees and love to see them growing, but it had to go. I have left some of the trunk and have planted a beautiful scented jasmine to climb over it.

DSCN3684I think that in no time at all it will be completely covered by the jasmine and add some more scents to the garden, and be another source of food for the bees. What are you all doing in your gardens? Whatever it is I hope everything is growing well and that you profit from your hard work.

A Bientot!


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Water of Life

Whilst making our lunchtime stroll around the village, my nostrils started twitching…you know that kind of thing when you catch a smell in the air and you think you know what it is, but then again, you’re not sure. Then you get a full blast…and it’s gone, lost on the breeze till the next whiff? It’s a fruity smell, warm and comforting and then it turns slightly acrid all in the same breath. Turning the bend in the road you are met with…….

DSCN3693Hummmm! Travellers? New campsite in the village? Pop-up-toilets? Who would know. Of course, being nosy, I had to find out and fortunately the owner was lurking there (very camera shy)! He explained to me that it was an alambic or as we would know it, a still. This mobile still goes around all the towns and villages in the Deux-Sevres, making eau-de-vie. For a fee, you can take along your apples, pears, plums, grapes (or whatever you have lying around it seems to me), and Monsieur will distill it for you. Perhaps that accounts for the acrid part of the smell…you have no idea what he’s boiling up in his wagon. Anyway, he was very informative and gave me a detailed tour which took all of 2 mins!

DSCN3692It reminds me of a mix of Heath Robinson and Chitty-Chitty Bang Bang, with Monsieur being Caractacus Potts.

DSCN3691Unfortunately I hadn’t taken along an old pair of socks, a pile of potato peelings and rotting vine leaves, so I wasn’t able to sample the end result, but he did assure me that I was more than welcome if I felt the need to ‘take the waters’. I think I’ll stick to my sealed bottles of wine and beer.

A Bientot!

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Lions, Frogs and Gendarmes.

So far, March is living up to the old proverb of coming in like a lion. We have been battered by strong winds, hail, torrential rain and clouds scuttling across the leaden sky at break-neck speed. Generally the weather wouldn’t bother me at all but I have a new area in the garden that I want to get sorted out sooner rather than later. I have a pile of soil that I have started to level off so that I can put down some grass seed, but with so much wet the soil just sticks to my boots and I come back to the house several cms taller!

DSCN3677The picture doesn’t show just how wet the ground is!

This lunchtime we managed to have a dry walk around the village and the clouds even parted to allow some very welcome sun and warmth to reach us. The frogs have started their mating and their calls for a female are more apparent. Taking advantage of the warming stones they sit on tiny ledges in the wall by the stream, well camouflaged, and ready to dive to safety.

DSCN3669The warmth has also brought out the ‘Gendarmes’ – not the French police, but the vibrant firebugs. The French call them ‘Gendarmes’ because red and black were the colours of the original gendarme uniforms when they were soldiers and part of the army. (See, I’m full of useless facts)! There can easily be a hundred of them all grouped together. Thankfully they are harmless.

DSCN3672Not hundreds here, but there were lots of smaller groups all over this wall.

I’d like to be optimistic and think that this brief dry interlude is here to stay but another band of rain is heading this way and already the skies are darkening. Oh well, I have plenty of other things to be doing.

A Bientot!



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Spring….or not?

There will be many people arguing if March 1st really is the start of spring. Take your pick…today is the meteorological start of spring or you can wait for the astronomical start with the vernal equinox on March 20th. I’m going with today! After an unseasonally warm and record-breaking February, the weather has cooled somewhat but still remains above average for this time of year. A few days ago I was basking in temps of 24c and working in the garden in shorts and T-shirt. Crazy, but very nice! The exceptional temps have really brought the garden and countryside to life, possibly a bit premature, but blossom has appeared, buds have popped and the willow is in leaf, wearing a mantle of pale green.

DSCN3652The celandines are in full flower cheering the road verges and hedgerows. This wildflower was also known as ‘Pilewort’ as its use was also thought to be beneficial in the treatment of haemorrhoids. It was also known as ‘Scurvywort’ for the use of its vitamin C containing leaves. In the Middle Ages it was used for treating jaundice, cancer, eczema and other diseases.

DSCN3663The sweet violet or wood violet is in flower and the scent is beautiful (even if it does remind me of old grannies). This tiny wild flower has a long and romantic history in European and Asian folkelore. The Greeks used it to make perfume and the Romans to make wine…all I can think of is drinking parma violets! (ugh). Ancient Britons used it for cosmetics and Mediaeval French troubadours used it to represent constancy in their tales of chivalrous love. Apparently Josephine threw Napoleon a posy of sweet violets when they first met. After he was defeated at Waterloo he was permitted to visit her grave one last time before he was sent to Saint Helena. He found sweet violets growing there and picked some. Upon his death these were found in a locket around his neck.

DSCN3666With it’s yellow ruff, there is nothing more cheering that the wild cowslip. It is closely associated with English folklore and tradition, including adorning garlands for May Day and being strewn on church paths for weddings. Over the centuries it has been called ‘Herb Peter’ as it was supposed to have grown where St Peter dropped his keys. The name actually means ‘cow-slop’ (ie a cowpat) in reference to it’s habitat. If you can get your way through the cowpats, it is supposed to make a very good wine! In ancient times this humble plant was used as a sedative, anti-inflammatory, anti-spasmodic and an expectorant to name a few.

Be assured that I am not about to start my own country pharmacy…I’m just content to enjoy the beautiful sights and smells of the early wildflowers. Happy Spring to you all.

A bientot!


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Mid-February and we are basking in very spring-like temperatures; 15 – 18c, and one corner of the garden, which is a real sun trap, recorded 20c the day before. It really is essential to make the most of this kind of weather at this time of year, and after having had a week in the garden I decided it was high time to have a day off! I am, afterall, retired, so should be able to do what I want whenever I want. One of my missions this year is to try and explore more of the region, and my first outing of the year was to Saintes in the department of Charente-Maritime. It is just over an hours drive from me, and it is all cross-country, so a really pleasant drive.

I was amazed just how lovely this historic town is with the Charente River dividing it into the Left and Right banks. It boasts Gallo-Roman, mediaeval and classical heritage and an important resting place on the ancient pilgrimage route of the Camino de Santiago de Compostela (The Way of Saint James).

DSCN3624The Arch of Germanicus, (with some horrendous modern art work thing going on). I was reassured that this was a temporary installation…God, I hope so! Anyway, it was built in 18 – 19 AD and thankfully was saved from demolition in 1843. Directly opposite is the river and the Left bank and the historical area of Saint Pierre.

DSCN3627Dominating the skyline is the Cathedral of Saint Pierre.

DSCN3645Another gem of Saintes is the Gallo-Roman ampitheatre, created by Claudius in 40 – 50 AD and is one of the best preserved arenas in France.

DSCN3635The Basilica of Saint-Eutrope

DSCN3638So this is just a ‘teaser’ of Saintes because there is plenty more to see and I need to explore longer. I will be back!

A bientot!

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DSCN3621Almost 30 years ago I was living in Canada in Northern Alberta. As you can guess, winters were long and hard, but very enjoyable. However, after far too much snow and ice and regular temps of anything between minus 10c to minus 40c, and suffering from cabin fever, spring was very eagerly anticipated. The first sign that winter really was on the way out was the arrival of the geese…thousands and thousands of them, honking their way high above as they made their migration from the south. It was a sight and sound that really did fill the heart with joy and was a spectacle to behold. I was reminded of that this morning as we took our (frosty) early morning walk when an ever increasing noise came to my ears. To my absolute delight I saw a skein of cranes migrating north-eastwards to their nesting grounds in Northern Europe. Their distinctive honking cries, which sound like badly-oiled cart-wheels are a constant as they communicate with each other.

DSCN3618The frosty mornings soon give way to beautiful clear and cloudless days with the sun gradually having a touch of warmth in it. Roll on spring.

A bientot!

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Valentine’s Day

DSCN3583I can’t decide if this is natural or the product of some secret lovers who carved a heart into this tree. My wistful, romantic side wants to believe that they met in ‘lovers lane’ years ago and declared their undying, true love. I pass by this on most days and let my imagination conjure up all sorts of stories.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

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Early one morning….

Weather-wise, it feels as we have had little else other than rain, damp, fog and overall misery these past weeks, so when we get a nice day it gladdens the heart and soul and it sort of makes it all worth the wait. Crazy, I know, and there may only be one day before the return of the winter rains, but there is only one thing to do; get out and make the most of it. Talk about making hay whilst the sun shines! A watery, low sun it may be, and no hay at this time of year, but the frozen land is being prepared for the year ahead and there are very small signs that the season is progressing with the buds of some trees swelling and celandines and cowslips starting to form new shoots. An early walk in sub-zero temps was bracing to say the least, but resembling the classic Michelin man I was well protected, and before long I had worked up a bit of a sweat.


DSCN3576Minus 6c was a bit of a shock, but as you can see the sun was up and the sky was clear, and it wasn’t too long till the frost started to retreat. By the time we were on our afternoon walk it was positively balmy and a sweltering 2c…but not yet shorts and T-shirt weather!

DSCN3587The farmers have already started ploughing and preparing the soil, making beautiful symmetrical patterns over the fields. With the amount of water laying on the land I’m amazed that their tractors don’t get bogged down.

DSCN3590Have a good week and stay warm and dry wherever you are.

A bientot!

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February…at last.

It is often quoted that February is the border between winter and spring. Thankfully we have now left January behind. I always think that the first month of the year is such a long, tiresome month that feels endless and certainly one with more weeks in it than the calendar indicates! February brings the expectation of spring which feels as if it is almost there, but still very much out of reach. Mother nature will still have plenty to throw our way, dashing our hopes and giving us a timely reminder that we’re not there just yet. The mild weather is expected to take a back seat this weekend – we’ll wait and see as Meteo France never seem to get the forecast correct for this region. Thankfully we are not yet able to change and control the weather.


A bientot!

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There is something perfectly lovely and cosy about waking up to the sound of heavy rain beating down on the tiles and lashing at the windows whilst being inside, still in bed, warm and dry, Maggie pushed into my side and neither of us really wanting to move. Such was this morning. The smugness and joy of being snuggled up in bed was soon wiped off my face as we stepped outside to be met by a deluge of the wet stuff. A curtain of torrential rain beat down like a curtain from the heavens and soon we resembled a pair of drowned rats. Doggy walks need to happen whatever the weather and to be honest Maggie didn’t seem to be put off. After all, there were too many new smells to explore.

dscn3563The heavy downpours have been interspersed with brief spells of brightness and the sun has broken through several times, lifting the lanes and countryside with a glorious light and weak warmth. My philosophy today is to make the most of those moments of respite and to make a dash for it! I certainly didn’t expect it to be as pleasant as this, even if it was very short-lived. The most we could muster this lunchtime was a hasty walk around the village.



dscn3574As expected, the wet is back and we are home again, Maggie taking prime position beside the fire, me with a cup of tea and a plate of scones and jam. Life aint so bad.

A bientot!

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Another day.

Who would have believed that a day could change so fast? We have been spolied by the generally mild winter so far, with above average temperatures, certainly no snow (rare for this area), and little in the way of storms or biting winds from the east. Yesterday started with a fairly hard frost, minus 5c, and a rapidly changing sunrise.



dscn3422I love these kind of mornings when the ground is hard underfoot and there is a fresh crispness to the air. Feeling those weak fingers of sun across my face brings hope and expectation for the coming spring. Of course there is still plenty of winter left and no doubt we will get a really cold snap at some stage. The frosty start soon gave way to a beautiful day  that struggled to reach double digits. This beautiful afternoon sky certainly made me forget the early morning chill.

dscn3544This was yesterday…today we have thick fog, drizzle but it is milder. I guess we just have to take the nice days when we get them and make the most of it!

A bientot!

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Freezing Fog…UGH!

If there is one thing I really hate, it is fog, followed very closely by freezing fog. I let Maggie out at 6h30 whilst it was still night…bitterly cold, frost covering the dark world and millions of stars twinkling so brightly in the crisp night sky. An hour and a half later the sky had the palest hint of pink and a nice day was expected. Imagine my face when we stepped out for our walk at 8h45 and the whole area was blanketed in thick freezing fog. Visibility was only about 20 metres and there was a really eerie feeling, hardly a sound and any that I did hear was muffled and dull. It felt more like Hallow’een. As the walk progressed it lightened a little and finally the low, watery sun dared to briefly show it’s face. Sadly that was the best effort the sun could manage. I think it’s a day to stay home in front of the fire and venture out only when I need to.



dscn3505Stay warm.

A bientot

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Golden Glory.

        Look out and see an ascending sun;

Her light dances

upon frosty blades of grass

in early morning;

as dawn breaks

and fog parts.


to a fleeting warmth.

(Copied from ‘Valley of Light’ by Lily in Hello Poetry)


I am back in France and the weather has turned decidely cold. Frosty mornings and light winds make for a brisk walk in the morning with Maggie. The land is dormant under the mantle of ice, but there is a wondrous beauty in the countryside with days like this. No hanging about when it is this cold (-4c). Maggie seems not to notice the chilled ground underfoot, happy to run through the frosty grass and munching on the thin ice covering almost dry puddles. I prefer a nice cup of tea…so I’m off to get warm.

A bientot!



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Last Supper…Indian style!

So, my last day in the UK for now and this morning was a day of packing bags and boxes into the car. This past week I have had both my brother and sister-in-law joking that there is still plenty of time to get a tow-bar fitted and to have a trailer. Hummmmmm….I found that I almost wished I had taken their advice cos it was nothing short of a miracle that I actually got the stuff into the car. Fortunately Maggie can manage to sit/sleep on two of the rear seats as I have had to fold down one of them.

The usual walks around the village gave me a chance to say au revoir to the two horses in the field that I have been passing by almost every day for the last 3 weeks. Initially they were rather hesitant but they soon warmed to me after getting a small treat every day….one of Maggie’s tiny dog biscuits.

dscn3454The village of Mears Ashby is a mix of old cottages and modern houses. There are some mediaeval houses that have been much altered in the 17th century, a grand hall from 1637, and a manor house. The church of All Saints has its origins in the 12th century.


dscn3450The day ended perfectly with a very tasty and enjoyable meal at an Indian restaurant in the next village. It was really great to be all together as family, to have a good laugh, share stories and savour the meal.

dscn3490Next stop France, but not until I’ve had a good night’s sleep. Until the next time.

A bientot!



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Winter Scenes

I am still here with my brother and sis-in law and my stay in the UK is starting to wind-down. I can’t believe that the time has passed by so quickly. This morning brought the first really cold morning of my visit with a sharp frost. I love that crunch under foot and the delicate patterns that the frost makes on leaves and paths. No matter how cold it is Maggie still needs her walks and luckily there is an excellent country park within walking distance of their house. The park is within spitting distance of the village where I was born and lived for over 16yrs, but it never existed when I was growing up. The dominating feature of the park is the lake, a former drinking water reservoir, and now a haven for wildlife. The surrounding woodland is glorious, even in the grey depths of winter. I love the ‘tree-skeletons’ at this time of year.

dscn3473The back row of trees look like up-turned witches brooms, parked up neatly for a spooky convention!


dscn3468Now I’m sure that I’m not alone in asking why don’t water birds seem bothered about having their bum submerged in freezing cold water? (Answers on a post-card please).

dscn3486Maggie is definitely in her element on walks like this, sniffing in the leaves and dirt, chasing the smells of any number of unseen wild animals, and hopelessly trying to catch birds that flutter away long before she gets near.


dscn3460Typical, isn’t it? The comorants were all lined up in a row, perched on the posts, drying out their wings…until I took out the camera. They must be camera shy because all but one dived into the lake and this one tucked away its wings.

dscn3472I find there is a stark beauty in the winter trees, as if they have been pencilled onto the skyline. Before we know it the days will be lengthening and there will be a faint green hue heralding the arrival of spring. Until then there is plenty of winter left.

A bientot!


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Another Year…..


As one year ends and the new one starts, I find myself with my dear brother and sister-in-law in the UK. Nothing says ‘celebrate’ more than being with family and friends. All thoughts and desires are to the coming year and no doubt there are plenty of people out there who make resolutions. Personally I can’t be bothered and prefer to think of plans and projects for the year ahead. Of course, some may never come to fruition, but hopefully I will achieve some of them…time will tell! I am hoping to maintain this blog and to manage to keep a record of my life in France. Last year it didn’t happen, so I do feel determined to try hard to make regular postings.

Whoever you are and wherever you are I sincerely wish you a very happy 2019 and wish you all that you wish for yourself.

A bientot!

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And So It Begins Again….


Time passes and here we are in another year. As always, we say “where did the last one go”? and bemoan the passing of time. I’m spending this one with family in the UK, so it’s a fantastic start to 2018.

I wish you all that you wish for yourselves. Bonne Année.

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Family Visitors

I’m now in the process of playing ‘catch-up’, so the next number of posts will be from July when my daughter, Amy,  and her husband, Damien, visited from New Zealand. Having made the long flight from New Zealand and Australia to Europe several times, I know exactly what a long, long flight this is and if you add up the door-to-door time, it is about 30+ hours. I drove to Paris to meet them and then brought them home to the Deux-Sèvres the next day.  Arriving from their winter to our hot weather was rather nice for them (initially)!

An absolute ‘must’ on the local tourist trail has to be Verteuil-sur-Charente, with the impressive chateau in a perfect, fairytale setting.


DSCN2953Nearby is the small picturesque village of Nanteuil-en-Vallée, with it’s stone and timber houses and 8th century Benedictine abbey. We stopped for lunch in the main village square and due to it being at the late end of lunch we couldn’t choose what we wanted, but had to have the plat du jour which was totally to my liking, but a bit of a challenge for Amy and Damien in as much as it was a blue cheese salad, (neither of them like blue cheese) and roast pork (not a favourite for Amy) which had so much flavour it was like tasting a new meat for the first time…absolutely delicious. The chocolate dessert was delectable and so rich and scrummy, and we all lapped it up, leaving very clean plates!

DSCN2940There’s plenty more to see and do. Come back again soon.

A Bientôt!


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Longest, Hottest Day

Not only is it the longest day, but it is also the hottest day. And there was I, thinking how nice it would be to move to somewhere cooler than Australia! Ha! We are currently in the middle of a canicule (heatwave) and have had what seems like weeks and weeks of this heat. Most of the country is on orange alert due to the heat. Even inside the house, where the thick stone walls usually keep it cool, it is hitting 30c. Outside it’s just too much and I confess to hiding inside…well, wouldn’t you with this temperature?


There is a strange sort of feeling in the air. Everything feels as if it’s come to stop and is on hold, a preganant pause, waiting for something to happen. I don’t know if it’s the heat, or if we are just hoping it will cool down and rain (bliss). The days have a silence about them broken only by the ever present buzzing and humming of insects, a rustle in the shrubs as a lizard dashes after a tasty treat, and every now and again, the call of the swallows on their constant quest for airborne food. The village has fallen into a trance, doors firmly shut and shutters half closed like sleepy eyelids. A semi-permanent siesta. The sun is a great tranquilizer.

The best time is early morning or late evening when the air clears a little and sometimes a light breeze sets up, too weak to cool, but I feel as if I can drink in the vague movement of air. On the air, smells of newly harvested wheat and hay mingle with the earthy parched soil and the occasional perfume of some unseen flower. The cycle of life is determined by the seasons in this place, and the long days allow harvesting late into the evening. It doesn’t truly get dark until almost 11pm. We are at the turning point of summer with a long, slow shortening of days. But it’s far too hot to even consider that right now.





DSCN2887A Bientôt!

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Chilling in the Heat

Can it really be six months since I arrived here in France? It really doesn’t seem possible, and by saying “where does the time go?” I am leaving myself open to all sorts of (rude) comments about how old I must be getting, and so on! Having said that, I am feeling very settled in my new French life and am ridiculously happy. Of course I have had to cope with the recent tragic accident with Hugo, but daily life has to have some challenges I guess! Having been here for such a relatively short period, I am thrilled that everyone in the village is so friendly. The kind comments and concern shown after Hugo’s death just reinforced their accepting nature.

So, this is a bit of a catch-up seeing as I haven’t posted for a while. Back in early May, my shipment from Australia finally arrived…only took six months, but that was all to do with French bureaucracy. After endless emails and sending so much paperwork, I got there in the end. Another challenge met!

DSCN2772A tiny sample of the shipment!

Taking delivery was easy….unpacking was the hard part, even though it was like Christmas and birthdays all rolled into one. I had little idea what was in each carton because other than books, I didn’t do the packing. I soon found out though because the very next day my brother and sis-in-law arrived from the UK. I had to clear space and make the place somewhat habitable.

It was great to have them visit again, and for longer this time than the 2 days whistle-stop visit in March. Other than seeing them, my brother kindly painted my kitchen ceiling. (I’ve had a new kitchen fitted and that will be another post…it’s still not finished!!!). But there were other jobs to do as well….like putting up my pergola.


DSCN2787I’m thrilled with it and have to say that I spend so much time here just sitting and listening to the birds and watching their antics. It’s also an excellent place for morning coffee, lunch, afternoon beer or wine and a cool spot to relax after dinner (with another wine)!

It seems that summer arrived weeks ago and just keeps intensifying. Those lazy, hazy summer days with endless blue skies and temps around 30c feel as if they are here to stay. However, the downside is that the garden suffers a bit. At least I have the well as a source of water, and once the pump is connected I get crystal clear, icy cold water to top up the pond and to keep the plants happy. I don’t think I have seen so many bees and butterflies for a very long time…another very good reason to ensure the flowers don’t shrivel up and die.

DSCN2827Just how many bees can a flower hold?

DSCN2845Butterflies (commas) feeding on the lavender

Along with all of the sights and sounds, there is a constantly changing array of scents from lilac to roses, mock orange to paeonies and currently there is the heady scent of lillies.


Well, I’m hot and exhausted now, so I’m off for a dip. Stay cool.


A Bientôt!

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People always say that time is a healer, and although it is going to take a long time, I can now post about Hugo who sadly died a week ago in a tragic accident. My world came to a complete stop and I know that the hurt will stay with me for a very long time. My dear friend and companion wanted for nothing more than to please me. He was the friendliest, gentlest and most adorable dog you could ask for. His start in life wasn’t great, and he had been abandoned. I found him in an animal refuge in Bergerac. It was love at first sight, with him jumping up at me and placing his paws around my neck, at the same time pushing his head into my neck. We were smitten. Hugo was undernourished with muscle wasting, and was somewhat timid, but that soon changed with love and affection, good meals, plenty of walks and we eventually settled into a routine that filled my days with laughter and fun.

The void that is now left is so painful. I have such wonderful memories of him as I wonder the garden around all his favourite sniffing places, and go on our favourite walks but I am happy in the knowledge that he had a great life here with me and, although short, he was so loved. Go well in doggy heaven, my friend.


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How to Learn French…

I have always been told that the best way to learn a language is by immersion. Get in there amongst the locals, try to make conversation, don’t be afraid of making a mistake, have a go and other such worldly advice. I have to say that my French isn’t really too bad, but that can all go right out of the window once you have passed “Bonjour”. Enter stage left a local tradesman, Jean-Luc. (I am in the process of having a new woodburner installed and part of the job requires a new chimney as the old one is too narrow for the fitting. On top of that it needs some work to comply with  fire regulations). Jean-Luc is one of those people that you can never work out just how old he is. He looks as if he is 70, has a weather-worn face, a gravelly voice that can only have been developed through at least 60 years of smoking strong French cigarettes, and no doubt endless glasses of wine! Add to that the local patois and I was lost! However, some things are the same in any accent or dialect, and my education in French swearing is now complete. He worked alone climbing up and down the ladder, carrying tiles, mortar, chimney-pot casings, all whilst balancing precariously on my roof! With each expletive I asked him if he was OK but soon realised that this was his way. In between puffing and panting, scratching his balls, and picking his nose, and Hugo sniffing at his crotch and bum (not in any particular order), he told me that he wasn’t twenty any more! Time for another cigarette… !


A Bientôt!

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Life on Speed

I have to say that it really is as if nature is on drugs. I turn my back and before I know it, something new has surfaced, or existing plants have grown another few cms overnight. It’s like nature is in one massive hurry to grow and may be thwarted before it’s had a chance. I may have said before, but being a new house and garden to me, I have no idea what is going to poke through the ground. Even some of the trees are new to me, so it’s one big voyage of discovery. It seems only a moment ago that I was pruning the roses, some of them rather dramatically as they seemed to be totally taking over! Those same roses are now in flower and all of them are covered in buds.

DSCN2723The first rose.

I had never heard of a Judas Tree, and was really excited to see what it would be like. The blossoms come out all along the branches and over the trunk, and attract so many bees.

judasJudas Tree (above and below)

DSCN2738Another new plant to me is the tree paeony, also, it seems, irresistible to bees. It has only just opened but I guess in another week it will be a mass of flowers.

DSCN2736The star of the flowers at the moment has to be some of the other paeonies dotted around the garden.

DSCN2701This stunning specimen is almost the size of a dinner plate.

DSCN2702If you want something to knock your socks off with scent, you can’t go past the beautiful lilac. Early morning and late evening is the best time to get a ‘fix’! The blooms are huge and so heavy, and the insects love it.


20170416_170227I couldn’t believe that the butterfly stayed on the lilac long enough for me to get the camera out. It’s a scarce swallowtail, which isn’t actually scarce at all.

The whole of the garden is walled, and being in such a quiet village surrounded by nature and countryside, it is truly idyllic. The bird song is so beautiful, all backed up with the periodic crowing of a cockerel or two, geese honking, and recently arrived, the cuckoo. I always think that hearing the cuckoo really signals the arrival of spring. I have an old bench where I love to sit and ponder in the afternoons when the sun is pouring back on me. I can become very contemplative, and ‘at peace’ with myself. Life is good.


A Bientôt!

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Rape in the fields!

No, not that kind of rape! When I was living in the UK it was always called rape, but rapeseed is known as canola in other places, and colza here in France. Whatever you call it, the countryside is transformed into fields of gold at this time of year, rich with the yellow flowers. It is absolutely stunning to see and certainly makes a cheering sight after the bare winter pastures. I am in awe of the speed with which it grows and produces the flowers.


DSCN2730The daily walks are definitely made all the more pleasant with such lovely views.

A Bientôt!

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Dried Fish!

You know that horrible feeling you have when you something isn’t right? What has happened? Why? Did you do something wrong? Is it expensive? I had all those feelings and more last week when I suddenly noticed that the water level in the pond had gone down by about 30%. I checked the pump and the oulet pipe, and eventually turned it off just in case, but I couldn’t find anything wrong. My only option was that the liner had sprung a leak, either through age and cracking or (most likely), Hugo had split it or made a hole with his claw when he fell in! I kept it topped up and in somewhat of a panic, tried to find someone to help out with the repairs. Time was the main issue cos it was getting drier by the hour, and with approx 40 goldfish, frogs and other pond life, I was worried. I knew that in the time available I would never be able to do the work myself, nor as it turned out, would I have ever been able to lift the stone slabs on my own. I put the call out on facebook and within 30 mins I had organised someone to come and look at it and give me a quote. It turned out that a young guy and his side-kick live locally and could do the job the next day. They worked so hard (and in unseasonally warm temps) and got the main body of work done in a day. Even these strapping lads struggled to lift and replace the stones…the language was none too choice in the village that day I can tell you and the locals were fortunate enough to receive a free English lesson.  The F-word was uttered loudly on more than one occasion (and I don’t mean Fish)! I wonder how their hernias are doing? LOL


DSCN2664New liner in place


DSCN2666Almost back to normal

DSCN2671The fish are back home and the frogs back in residence

DSCN2669The filter is cleaning up the water and once the new mortar weathers a little you’ll never know about the drama that unfolded. I just have to keep Hugo out of the pond now!

A Bientôt!

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La Rochelle

When it’s raining and the skies are leaden, it’s always nice to think back to the glorious weather of last week when we managed 24c. Come back soon sun and warmth! It was a bit of a last minute plan to go to La Rochelle, but seeing as it was only a 90 min drive and with relatively empty roads, off I set. The drive west isn’t terribly scenic and is somewhat uninspiring, but with such lovely weather and with it all being new to me, I was happy enough to be motoring along. Amazingly, I was able to park right slap-bang just beside the old harbour. I bet it won’t be that easy in the middle of summer when there will be thousands of tourists.

DSCN2641Founded by the Romans and developed over the centuries, this picturesque town sits on the Bay of Biscay on the Atlantic coast. It is beautifully preserved, with mediaeval walls, covered walkways, ancient towers and a very scenic Vieux Port (old harbour).

DSCN2642Two massive towers guard the entrance of the old harbour, Tour de La Chaîne and Tour Saint Nicolas. Originally there was a huge chain which was to be strung across the entrance, but was never used.

DSCN2644Tour Saint Nicolas (L) and Tour de la Chaîne (R)

La Rochelle will be on the visit list for sure, and certainly a place to take family and friends when they come to stay.

DSCN2649Lantern Tower on the old town walls

A Bientôt!

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First Quarter

I really can’t believe that exactly three months ago, I landed in a very cold and frosty France, starting my new life here in the Deux-Sèvres. So much has happened in that short time: no water when I arrived, then a flooded kitchen, a ridiculous waiting time for internet, and a chimney fire! Not all has been bad though. I have Hugo, my dog, rescued from an animal sanctuary after having been abandoned. I have a lovely home, a beautiful garden, I live in a pleasant, friendly village, where people have been more than kind and welcoming. I am truly blessed and happy. I have some sort of routine, but anyone who knows me will realise that I don’t usually make plans, and my life is anything but routine. I like to do things on a whim, not for any special reason, but just because I feel like it or because I can. However, winter hasn’t been the best of seasons to do a great deal of exploring, so I have been content to potter around home, tidy the garden (always things to do there), and to settle into a new pace of life. Of course there are some things which need to happen whatever the mood or the weather and that is “walkies” with Hugo. Our outings usually cover between 5 to 8 kms, so the exercise is doing us both good I hope. It has been an absolute delight to see the changes in the countryside that the past three months has brought. The bare brown soils have been ploughed and sown, the hedgerows have gone from spiky silhouettes to wearing their first hint of a green mantle – always so fresh and verdant, and the promise of renewal and regeneration.


DSCN2608The delicate cowslips seem to have appeared as if by magic, adding a bright splash of yellow to the lanes. Over the centuries, these flowers have been used for medicinal purposes, from cowslip wine, good as a sedative and for settling the nerves, to helping giddiness, muscular rheumatism, palsy and restlessness. Thankfully I sleep well, I’m not prone to giddiness or of a nervous disposition! I will happily leave them for all to enjoy. Who knows, there may well be somone just waiting to get their hands on a bottle of Cowslip Wine!

DSCN2603The beautiful weather over the last few days has seen a sudden appearance of blossom in the trees. Walking under these trees I have been amazed by the very loud humming of the thousands of bees gathering what must be some of the first nectar of the season.

DSCN2600The birds are singing, it’s a lovely day and I have someone waiting for me. It must be time for another walk.


A bientôt!

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The great thing about living in this region is that you really don’t have to travel very far to enjoy the delights of small towns and villages, relatively traffic-free roads, and at this time of year, few tourists. The wonderful warm weather is due to come to an end (in fact it has changed today with cloud cover and showers expected), so yesterday was a great opportunity to take a leisurely drive and to explore. Just 35 mins away is the beautiful village of Verteuil-sur-Charente. Driving along the country lanes, the first thing you see is the vast fairytale château which dominates the village. You really can’t miss it!


The château has been here in various forms since 1080 and has been rebuilt over the centuries, and has been in the same family.


As the name suggests, the Charente river flows through the village. Just below the château is an old flour mill powered by the river. Sitting at the base of the château on the terrace of the mill, stuffing a gorgeous cake down my throat, enjoying the warmth of the sun was perfect. Sorry, no pics of the cake, but it was so scrummy! (You’ll just have to take my word on that). Life is good.



A bientôt!

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Almost Spring

We are being lulled into a false sense of security by unseasonal mild weather. It’s still Februaury and even though the seasons are changing, we aren’t out of winter just yet. These past days have been nothing short of beautiful, with wall-to-wall sunshine and daytime temps up to 19c. The garden is going crazy and I swear you can see things growing. It seems that every day something new has pushed through the ground, buds appearing on trees and shrubs, and flowers are bursting open. Snowdrops, primroses and daffodils are out and the tulips have already got leaves well above the soil. For now the coat has been put aside and working in the garden has been short-sleeves!



dscn2561Hugo loves being outside and happily amuses himself in the garden whilst I’m clearing, weeding and pruning. However, all was quiet the other day which led me to believe that he was up to no good! Sure enough, a quiet and sneaky stroll found him crouched down on the side of the pond, nose under water and blowing bubbles, then pawing at the goldfish in a furtive attempt to catch them. Stupid dog…the fish just went deeper and well out of the reach of his paws.

dscn2559Caught in the act

The peace and tranquillity was soon shattered by a huge splash as he fell in the pond! I will add that this isn’t the first time he’s done this. He’ll learn in time…perhaps!

dscn2530“It wasn’t me”

A bientôt!

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What a difference a day makes

The routine with Hugo is becoming established and we try to manage 3 walks a day, one of them a long walk, usually in the afternoon. He seems to have bundles of energy and never tires…until the end of the day when he just crashes out. All around the village are numerous lanes, tracks and virtually empty roads, so we have a huge amount of choice of where to go, and as much as Hugo likes a routine, I enjoy the variety of somewhere new. The walk the day before was a new route which took us out of the village, along an old track and through the next hamlet, making a nice round-trip of about 6kms. To say that it was cold would be an understatement. The easterly wind felt like the Russian sabres were out and cutting my face. The fact that it was a beautiful sunny day gives the impression that it wasn’t so bad. In fact the frost never went all day from some of the hedgerows.


dscn2545These are the kind of things you miss seeing when driving…just beautiful!

dscn2543Leaving the village

dscn2549Looking towards the village

dscn2547Dormant vines waiting to spring into action


Twenty-four hours later and a swing in the wind and we are positively basking in a balmy 16c. The coat is off, the gloves, scarf and woolly hat set aside and we have been able to walk with just a sweat-shirt on today. (Well, I did wear trousers as well; it’s not that warm)! Long may it continue I say, but realistically, winter isn’t over just yet. However, spring is just around the corner.

A bientôt!

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Frustration in a box

All of my well-laid plans to keep a regular blog from my arrival went totally to pot! Not from any fault of my own I hasten to add. It all stems from the lack of internet and the frustrations of dealing with French companies. If you are reading this as a new arrival in France, it may be of some help. The village doesn’t recieve a very good signal for mobile phone at all. In fact if I go to the end of the garden, climb on the wall, hold one finger to the rising sun, lift my other leg at right angles and poke a wire coat-hanger up my bum, I might get a weak signal. (I’m not joking…well, I am about the coat-hanger)! Internet is another kettle of fish entirely. It’s all satellite. Apparently fibre-optic is arriving this year, but I am reliably informed that they’ve been saying that for the last few years. I really can’t wait for sometime/never, so I contacted a suggested company for wi-fi. They sent me the modem and a rectangular box (the antenna). I will say here that the previous owners had the same company and have the exact same antenna already in place. Anyway, they said that someone would phone me to install the antenna and all would be good. No ‘phone call. Just how long do you wait I wondered? Several days later I spoke to them again and was told that the intaler would call within FOUR weeks. WTF!!! But luck was on my side beacause since my initial call it was now only 3 weeks to wait. WOOHOO. (I was SO excited about that bit of news, I can tell you). Time passed and the days rolled into weeks and I have to admit that I wasn’t keeping track. All I knew was that I was getting very frustrated. Nothing to lose so I called them again. “Oh you have to phone one of the agreed installers.” Grrrrrr. So why didn’t they tell me this in the first place? Obviously some of the staff have no idea of the process. Oh, I was also asked if I had told them that I had already got an antenna. DUH…yes! So, after phoning several of the companies ( one of whom had no idea how to install the box) I got an appointment. The old box was removed, the new one put up and the signal activated. Great…..but no wi-fi. I was told to wait approx 2-4hrs. Nothing, Zilch, Nada, Rien. Another ‘phone call and the very helpful guy said it was normal to wait 3 days and just hung-up on me. Well, merci beaucoup for nothing. After 2 days I was now very impatient and ‘phoned again in the hope that I got someone helpful and pleasant. “But there is no problem Monsieur, it is connected.”…….and 5 mins later I was transported into the glorious 21st century. Hurrah. This is the innocent, unassuming box.


I can tell that you are all suitably impressed with my box, if you’ll excuse the expression! Let the blogging begin.

A bientôt!

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Bonne Année 2017

The start of a new year and a start to my new life here in France.I’ve actually been here now for 3 weeks and geting settled is all part of the adventure. I think that not a lot has happened, but in reality I have managed to do a fair bit and I am already feeling fairly well established in some sort of routine. The previous owners had left an old Christmas tree in the barn, so that was ressurected and decorated ASAP. Can’t have Christmas without a tree, can you?


Frugal my Christmas may have been but it was fun. Various people invited me for meals and lunches, and I was made very welcome.

Just a few days before Christmas I ended up going to Bergerac with a new friend, Sandy. She directed me to the SPA (Société de Protection des Animaux) where there was an abandoned dog waiting for my approval. I have wanted a dog for so long, but with work and living in a small appartment in Brisbane it wasn’t possible or practical. So, off we went. It was a great day out, stopping off for lunch in Riberac. We took the ‘Plat du Jour‘, usually good value and home cooked. The omelette was nice and tasty. The next plate arrived…Tête de veau.  It turned out to be a plate of very little veal, a few vegetables in a lovely creamy sauce, and a HUGE amount of pure fat, and virtually raw! We both killed ourselves laughing, and wondered how anyone could survive a plate of soggy fat; cholesterol 0n a plate! We just couldn’t bring ourselves to eat it and mopped up everything else with copious amounts of bread. Madame enquired if all was OK…”Mais Oui, Merci

The apple and cinnamon dessert was lovely as was the local wine. So, as we were leaving Madame asked again if all was OK. Yes, we said, but explained that there was too much fat and that we weren’t used to it. She was horrified and almost cried “Sacré Bleu“. She explained that it wasn’t fat, but gelatine from over the brain!!! Really, as if that makes any difference.

Anyway, we had places to go and we eventually found the SPA. And there he was…..my new dog. Oh what a delightful, happy and loving dog he was, tail wagging and the first thing he did was to jump up and put his paws around my neck. SMITTEN! (Me, that is)! There was no way I was going to be leaving him, so papers signed, money handed over and he hopped into the car. So. I present to you…….Hugo.


How anyone could have abandoned this lovely boy is beyond me. He is just adorable, friendly, docile and all he wants is hugs and some love. So far he won’t leave my side and I have a constant shadow. I guess he’s worried that he will be left again. He’s a 12 month old Labrador cross, but what with I have no idea…possibly Pointer. He is underweight and needs feeding-up and some exercise, which he’s getting plenty of.

So, my life has changed already, and for the good. Lots more to tell but that can wait for the next post. So, until then, Happy New Year to one and all

A bientôt!

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Au Départ.

And so it begins……my move to a new life in France. I’m just 2 days away from leaving Brisbane, Australia. The removal company have packed up everything and I’ll see my belongings in 3-4 months time. It seems like an interminable amount of time to be parted from my possessions, but I am sure that I will survive. I have to say that I wouldn’t have wanted to be the guys doing the packing and carrying of my boxes. It was 38c and really humid and I was sweating just watching them! (It is very hard being a spectator). It’ll be about 30 degrees colder when I arrive, but I’m looking forward to the colder weather. (Ask me in a few weeks if I’m still enjoying the cold). Hahahaa.


These last few days are rounds of lunches and dinners with friends…always hard to do ‘goodbyes’…but they can always visit, can’t they? So, not a lot left to do now. As the words of the song say “All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go”and I just need to make sure that I am at the airport in time for my long flight to France.


A bientôt!

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