and to think we were having lunch outside a couple of days ago…
It’s only about 3° C here and not very pleasant.
No long walk with the doglet today – that’s for sure.
She has had her springtime hair cut – I know, bad timing – but at least when she does get wet she can be dried easily. And when she has rolled in the unmentionable – wild boar or deer whoopsies – then a shower is most necessary. It’s what terriers do in the country, chase the farm cats, eat or roll in unmentionable stuff, pick up ticks, hunt for mice and moles – never known her catch one, smell strongly and have a jolly good time!
But the visit to the toilettage, as dog grooming is called in France, when you are 10 years old is very tiring ,and between that and the dampness outside then its been a day in bed. But don’t I look cute now?
…and other seemingly boring stuff for the blog site…but its just not boring! The good life here in rural France is – well – Good…
Tranquil, relaxing, and at times, challenging – like last night -three hours of french speaking with some friends from the next village – topics ranged far and wide, from Maréchal Pétain; the student riots in Paris in the sixties, the new French employment laws and this weeks strikes… to the french agricultural system and ownership of land which believe me is immensely complicated. These Charolais don’t seem worried anyway.
The hummus I made for last night was disappointingly dry – I blame the blender – on its last legs and soon to be binned..and oh yes maybe I didn’t add enough olive oil.
Himself made filo pastry parcels filled with prawns and ginger and its only fair to say they were delicious.
Our friend is originally from the Ardêche region and his wife was born a couple of miles away from here – she has a wonderful garden and brought some daffodils and he brought a speciality drink from the Ardeche region.
But mostly this week I have learnt to make cushion covers – thanks to youtube…
and watched the Paris – Nice cycle race – mostly on the TV but once in the rain because it was only a few km away.
The race was preceded by lunch in a local restaurant – which at 11.80 euros was excellent quality and value.
Oh yes, the good life is certainly good.
The little lake on our evening walk. The view changes all the time.
‘Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.’
Don’t you just love that quote from Bob Marley?
Today it has been lashing down, running down our tiny french lane like a river – but, and here’s the good news – the aforementioned lane has just been tarmacked – well that can’t be the right spelling… imagine a tiny lane down to only two other houses and a farmer’s barn, now looks like a motorway. It is so lovely – before, every pebble was brought into the house on the sole of our trainers and the grit and sandy soil was carried in by the dog…and the rain washed more and more of it away. Tarmacadam-ed because, just wait for it, they dug it up to put pipes in for mains sewers. That will be so fantastic – it’s happening in all french villages – we will have our very own reed bed.
I have just returned from a walk with the dog and half way round there was a rainbow, complete and beautiful, but by the time I had felt for the phone with my cold fingers it had disappeared so instead here’s a photo of the dog…
‘The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.’ Longfellow
Well that’s what I have done today… and toasted in front of the fire, crocheting granny squares. Oh the simple pleasures of life. There is much to be said for them.
This winter I have mostly… been knitting blankets for rescued cats, crocheting blankets for who? I’m not sure yet. And trying to meditate with DeepaK Chopra. Oh yes and making vegetable stew and dumplings…
We’ve been to Spain in the camper van to escape the worst of the winter
via Argeles sur mer and
here’s the snow capped Canigou.
and then after a couple of days in the very windy south of France here are the mountains above Denia – the scene of our daily walk – I think I put photos on a few years ago of the Almond blossom
And now, well I am doing a course called Strategies for Successful Ageing – Oh yes, I hear you say – you and successful ageing? Interesting – especially after going into hospital with gastric enteritis and being convinced it was the beginning of the end…
Laugh – you have to, if this is as rough as it gets we are doing very well!
I can’t resist putting in some more photos – I read somewhere that a blog should have photos…
the donkey at the last campsite – the doglet on the washing
and of course the Charolais on our daily walk.
I have given up on creative writing courses – I read somewhere that if you are going to be a writer – just write – so obviously I am not going to be a writer…in this lifetime.
I have just read through some of my earlier posts and actually I quite like them – ah… those were the days when I actually did some writing! So this year i am going to try and put something on regularly – even if its not very literary I shall practice my craft!