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  • Day 212

    16.04 Day 212 . . . Here Comes The Sun!

    April 16, 2023 in France ⋅ 🌙 10 °C

    Up relatively early for us - the sun was shining straight through a little bedroom window.
    Downstairs we had breakfast fairly quickly and then retired to our patio chairs to soak up the sun - and there we stayed, doing nothing but getting hotter.
    About 3pm our neighbours stopped for a natter, which went on a lot longer than any of us probably expected.
    It was gone 5pm by the time the batter continued and we came indoors to sort dinner - which was some marinated pork steaks we’d picked up at SuperU a couple of days ago.
    With slightly red and warm sun flushed faces we sat to watch some TV for the evening before bed.
    What an exhausting day!
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  • Day 211

    15.04 Day 211 . . . Car’s & Tondeuse

    April 15, 2023 in France ⋅ ⛅ 10 °C

    After our very late night last night, weirdly we both woke about 8am. We chatted for about ten minutes before both falling back to sleep. We were then very late waking up. Tea and an almond tuile in bed and then down for breakfast.
    The weather was lovely and sunny with Simpson clouds . . . the big white puffy ones against a rich blue shy . . . like at the start of a Simpsons episode.
    Once ready we hopped into Rox and headed to Civray to check out some cars. On route we took a detour past the Chenay house to see if clearing out was still under way. We think we drove past the woman and son we met before Christmas, then driving the opposite direction. At the house the field fence had been removed and at the house there was obvious car tyre marks in the driveway to the front door. These had never been there before - so looks like things are progressing. A few photos of the fields nearby as we left Chenay - including a sort of lady bird. I’ve tried to identify it a number of way but can be positive as the photo I doesn’t have enough detail.
    We then headed to the Citroen garage at Civray and checked out some C3 cars they had. We think they might be too small for my masculine bulky (overweight) frame. So we headed across the road to Peugeot and spoke to a very nice man about a 3008 that they had.
    Five minutes later Tre and I were out on a test drive on our own, no agent with us, no checking if our driving licences, no taking of our home address or phone numbers - just set loose for a drive. We both had a drive - primarily Tre, as I’d driven one before that we had hired. Back at the garage safe and sound we sat and went through some stuff with the very nice man (who keeps Donkeys - much to Tre’s delight) and got some prices. We left the garage with some thinking to do.
    We drove to Civray and dropped into Intermarché to grab a few bits for tonight and tomorrow.
    From there we drove down the road to another form of Brico to check out Tondeuse - ride on mowers again. They really didn’t have too much to look at and so walked across the road to another garden/land equipment place. Now I’ve always worked on the premise that if there is no price tag on an item and you have to ask the price, you probably can’t afford it so why bother asking. So we didn’t stay long!
    Having had most of the afternoon out and about we decided to head for home enjoying the late afternoon sunshine - and discussing our needs when it came to a car. There is only the two of us most of the time - so do we really need something large and fairly luxury, not really. So time to re think our brand choices.
    Home about 6pm Tre quickly smashed out the same chorizo salad we had a couple of nights ago. We enjoyed it so much the other night it was fab to have it again. Also uncorked a bottle of our favourite red.
    We then watched a few episodes of The Night Agent - leaving us the final two episodes for tomorrow.
    Match of the Day finished our evening and finished any hope I had of Chelsea getting some pride in themselves.
    We may go to Lenzay tomorrow - let’s see what time we surface in the morning.
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  • Day 210

    14.04 Day 210 . . . Who Killed 007

    April 14, 2023 in France ⋅ 🌬 10 °C

    After waking we heard a knock at the door. Tre wasn’t happy that I asked her to go down to answer and even less happy when she dropped an Amazon package on my chest saying what have you ordered now. When I convinced her to open it and found a book she liked the other day she was decidedly happier with me 😂 I do create aggro for myself with stupid surprises!!
    We then got downstairs for breakfast.
    There wasn’t much on the agenda for today but I still had some outstanding admin.
    An email to the Notaire to check they had received the money we sent, an email to the Brocante lady who had a table and chairs we were interested in. A call to the UK to order a new battery for Rox that will be fitted when we return in May. Finally an email to the Douane in Niort asking about importing my scooter - hopefully I can bring that over.
    Meanwhile Tre had completed some more boring tasks of laundry and sorting the place out.
    The weather was lousy outside - on and off rain but generally dismal.
    I sat and wrote up a couple of Penguins and then set about servicing my clippers! My barnet was in need of sort out and it’s been ages since I serviced these things - which I’ve had for years!!
    Tre and I both settled down mid afternoon and watched a few episodes of the Night Agent on Netflix.
    Dinner was a Tre masterpiece of Turkey and oven roasted vegetables, with Soy, Balsamic and Garlic - we also had Tabbouleh, which was anew one on me . . . Bulgar Wheat, which was lovely with the soy/balsamic/garlic sauce running through it.
    The evening drifted with a couple more Night Agent followed by a Bond film on TV - Die Another Day. Whoever decided it was a good idea to kill off James Bond needs their head examined. I know 007 continues, but now no Bond 🙁
    We did do a little planning of how to get to the Italian town used in the film in which Bond does a motorbike leap - alike the jump in The Great Escape. Only 18.5 Hrs to drive there from here!
    We finally rolled into bed at 2.30am - dirty stop outs . . . and then couldn’t sleep!
    Hopefully we will sleep in !
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  • Day 209

    13.04 Day 209 . . . Mixed Weather

    April 13, 2023 in France ⋅ ☁️ 8 °C

    And so another day begins . . . Not too much planned today as the weather looked a bit mixed.
    We weren’t up overly early and after breakfast pottered about with some chores and a couple of admin things.
    We then attempted to transfer some money which turned into a drama - when the bank is trying to protect you from fraud but ultimately stops you getting access to your money when you need it . . . Like today!
    Anyhow - it was resolved after some very lengthy phone calls, Tre staying decidedly more calm than me!!
    That all sorted finally we decided we needed to go to Sauze to get a couple of bits - so we hopped into Rox and set off, remembering we really did now need fuel.
    When we set off the sun was glorious and we stopped to take a couple of photos as we drove the back roads. 20 minutes later as we arrived at SuperU, with my intention of fuelling up immediately before the the weather changed, it changed and started to pour down.
    At exactly the same point I got a call from a local bee keeper who I had made contact with, just asking what I was looking to do and giving me some advice on bits and pieces. He was really helpful and I’m sure I will be speaking with him again . . . When I have some bee’s.
    By the end of the call the rain had eased and we did our shop. Once back out we fuelled up before the rain started again.
    We decided to take a drive past the Chenay house - can’t keep away now as the days are ticking towards our possible ownership.
    Not much had changed and no-one seemed to be about.
    As we drove home I took a couple more photos of the rapeseed and turbines - they look brilliant out here, but the photos never do them justice.
    Once home Teresa set about making a new chorizo salad we’d seen - the only downside was I had to hunt through my spices box to find the fennel seeds that I’d safely packed away.
    The salad took no time and was bloody lovely.
    The rest of the evening drifted away, the light outside now keeping the evenings alive a little longer - spring has defo sprung and summer is on its way.
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  • Day 208

    12.04 Day 208 . . . A Hoopoe Calls

    April 12, 2023 in France ⋅ ⛅ 8 °C

    So waking up at 4am wasn’t the plan. So after a few hours of trying to go to sleep, speaking to Craig on WhatsApp as he was awake as well, watching a bee keeping course and other rubbish social media rubbish I finally drifted back off to sleep just before 8am - then waking at 1015am. Tre had only just woken up from a full nights kip 😂
    Tre made tea in bed at which point we heard the same sound we had heard the day before yesterday emanating from the forest area across the road. Once heard you will never forget it. A batch of three or four hooping calls. Bird chirp activated the result came back as a Hoopoe. We have been waiting to see one of these birds, but at least we have now heard one.
    Hoopoes are colourful birds found across Africa, Asia, and Europe, notable for their distinctive "crown" of feathers. Three living and one extinct species are recognized, though for many years all of the extant species were lumped as a single species. The Eurasian hoopoe is common in its range and has a large population, so it is evaluated as Least Concern on The IUCN Red List of Threatened Species. However, their numbers are declining in Western Europe.Conversely, the hoopoe has been increasing in numbers at the tip of the South Sinai, Sharm el-Sheikh. There are dozens of nesting pairs that remain resident all year round.
    The diet of the hoopoe includes many species considered by humans to be pests, such as the pupae of the processionary moth, a damaging forest pest which few other birds will eat because of its irritating hairs. For this reason the species is afforded protection under the law in many countries.
    Hoopoes are distinctive birds and have made a cultural impact over much of their range. They were considered sacred in Ancient Egypt, and were "depicted on the walls of tombs and temples". At the Old Kingdom, the hoopoe was used in the iconography as a symbolic code to indicate the child was the heir and successor of his father. They achieved a similar standing in Minoan Crete.
    In the Torah, Leviticus 11:13–19, hoopoes were listed among the animals that are detestable and should not be eaten. They are also listed in Deuteronomy as not kosher.
    The Hoopoe, known as the hudhud (هُدْهُد), also appears with King Solomon in the Quran in Surah 27
    ‎ٱلنَّمْل Al-Naml (The Ant):
    And [Solomon] took attendance of the birds and said, "Why do I not see the hoopoe – or is he among the absent? I will surely punish him with a severe punishment or slaughter him unless he brings me clear authorization."
    The connection of the hoopoe with Solomon and the Queen of Sheba in the Qur'anic tradition is mentioned in passing in Rudyard Kipling's Just So story "The Butterfly that Stamped".
    In the pre-Islamic Vainakh religion of Chechnya, Ingushetia and Dagestan the hoopoe was sacred to the goddess Tusholi and known as "Tusholi's hen". As her bird, it could only be hunted with the express permission of the goddess's high priest, and even then only for strictly medicinal purposes.
    Hoopoes were seen as a symbol of virtue in Persia. A hoopoe was a leader of the birds in the Persian book of poems The Conference of the Birds and when the birds seek a king, the hoopoe points out that the Simurgh was the king of the birds.
    Hoopoes were thought of as thieves across much of Europe, and harbingers of war in Scandinavia. In Estonian tradition, hoopoes are strongly connected with death and the underworld; their song is believed to foreshadow death for many people or cattle. In medieval ritual magic, the hoopoe was thought to be an evil bird. The Munich Manual of Demonic Magic, a collection of magical spells compiled in Germany frequently requires the sacrifice of a hoopoe to summon demons and perform other magical intentions.
    The bird's crest indicates his royal status, and his long, sharp beak is a symbol of his violent nature. English translators and poets probably had the northern lapwing in mind, considering its crest.
    The hoopoe was chosen as the national bird of Israel in May 2008 in conjunction with the country's 60th anniversary, following a national survey of 155,000 citizens, outpolling the white-spectacled bulbul. The hoopoe appears on the logo of the University of Johannesburg and is the official mascot of the university's sports teams. The municipalities of Armstedt and Brechten, Germany, have a hoopoe in their coats of arms.
    After recording and identifying our new favourite never seen bird - we made it downstairs for breakfast.
    Then the day fell away as it was another day being slave to the accounts spreadsheet, calling banks and companies, signing off letters and generally getting a back ache hunched over the laptop.
    At 6pm we called it a day and sat down to have a glass of Rivesaltes in front of the TV.
    We had lentil chilli and salad for our evening meal and then sat to watch TV again, the occasional shower now appearing, tapping on the windows. I kept an eye on the Real Madrid v Chelsea game, not quite the car crash I had expected - just a 2-0 defeat.
    We both went to bed about 1030pm and watched some bits on social media that did make us laugh and that was it.
    15 Sleeps to go!!
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  • Day 207

    11.04 Day 207 . . . Pékin Chickens!!

    April 11, 2023 in France ⋅ ☁️ 11 °C

    I woke to find the Snoozing Princess still asleep and so decided to do some more social media surfing. At just gone 1030am the Snoozing Princess awoke and immediately got up to leave the room. During this short walk Tre asked me what the time was . . . I looked at my phone and replied ’1030’ to which I got a very quick reply of ‘ Yeah right’. I turned my phone so that Tre could read it - ‘Oh my god , why did you let me sleep that long, why didn’t you wake me?’ . . . so apparently it was my fault 😳
    Fairly rapidly we were downstairs having breakfast, as I had mentioned that at this rate we wouldn’t make it to the Arc Charity place by closing time at 4pm - I think I hit a nerve. After brekkie Tre marinaded some chicken for dinner tonight and I remembered I needed to use the pork skin I bought today to make some scratchings!!
    Breakfasted and showered/ready we headed out in Rox. We took the back roads, our newly found direct route to Sainte Soline, again driving through an untold number of rapeseed full fields.
    We arrived at Arc so that I could pay for and collect the two books I had won the previous evening. Whilst there we had a look around and picked up another couple of books, one on keeping pet chicken (less of the pet bit) and another on antique identification. Tre has designs on being the next big thing on Antiques Roadshow with a brilliant French Brocante find. To be fair it is worth knowing what you are looking at out here, there are lots of little hidden gems in the Brocantes and Vide Greniers. After paying for the newly found books and the charity auction winnings, we stopped to have cake and tea’s. Tre selecting a lovely cherry and almond affair, whilst I selected a rather lovely looking Bakwell cake - which when eaten reminded me of a mouthful of petrol when syphoning a car! Not the best.
    From Arc we drove to Melle, we needed fuel but I also wanted to check out the local Mr Bricolage (Wickes) as I was under the belief that they stocked bee keeping equipment. Parked up we entered. We then did a full sweep of each and every aisle and found no bee stuff at all - however we did discover some very nice ride on lawnmowers, which weren’t to expensive either. That bit of research is tucked away for a future date . . . and not too long.
    Mr Bricolage completed we decided to pop around the corner to a garden centre we’ve not visited - Game Vert.
    As we walked towards the store we immediately saw a large cage with about 30 chickens and one very regal looking cock inside. Having spent five minutes checking these out we walked to the front door, only to find more cages with very different chickens within - Poule de Soie, Caille Caramel and also Poule de Pékin - the last of which were quite comical.
    Inside we did another full sweep finding everything for animal welfare, beekeeping equipment - which cheered me up, country lifestyle clothing and more expectedly gardening equipment. Outside we found the majority of the plants with some lovely small fruit trees which I think Tre and I will be back for.
    On finally dragging ourselves out of the shop, we decide to not now go for fuel (but to get that tomorrow) and just to head home - which we did.
    At home I immediately started on making the scratchings, so the pork skin didn’t go out of date, after which I coated the marinated chicken Tre had prepped earlier with sesame seeds. The latter we popped in the air fryer and were soon sitting down to have it with a salad.
    The pork scratching were also completed as the evening went on, whilst watching some TV with Tre . . . . and sampling the warm pork scratchings!
    Just after 10pm we retired - Tre needs her sleep !!
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  • Day 206

    10.04 Day 206 . . . Packing Up Early

    April 10, 2023 in France ⋅ ☁️ 12 °C

    So, I don’t want to make it sound like Tre sleeps for England - but yep she is sleeping for England. In all the time I’ve known her I’ve never known her get up later than 7am . . . But when in France 😂
    By mid to late morning we were actually downstairs having breakfast.
    The weather was still ok and so Tre took advantage of the patio while I decided to try and do some catch up work on Penguins. I’ve got notes for all the days I’ve not written up but I haven’t kept up with actually writing the notes up. Today was that day. So I stuck my head into the laptop and cracked on.
    Tre then got some domestic stuff sorted and also disappeared upstairs. She then shouted down to me that she was packed - ready for the house move. Tre had left just enough clothes out to re-circulate to see her through the next couple weeks. I think she is getting excited - I’m still sort of holding a lid on it, almost scared to believe it’s gonna happen.
    For late lunch/afternoon snacks we had some cheese and chorizo sausage and watched some really really rubbish TV.
    Some messaging with Craig and phone calls saw the late afternoon drift away.
    We decided to finish off the lamb from yesterday and so effectively had a second day of roast dinner.
    Both of us were stuffed after dinner and flopped on the sofa. I kept sight of the two items we had bid for on the Arc charity auction. One I really wanted which was a book on butterflies, insects and all manner of other little creepy crawly’s and fliers! We won both.
    Bit of a waste of a day, but we both feel we are treading water waiting for the house move . . . We also don’t want to get too involved in anything as we will be so busy once we get the house.
    Bed wasn’t long in coming, with an intent to crack on tomorrow and visit Arc to collect the charity winnings!
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  • Day 205

    09.04 Day 205 . . . Lamb Shoulder

    April 9, 2023 in France ⋅ ☁️ 14 °C

    Possibly the last day of sunshine for the best part of the week - so the forecast states. We were up relatively early for us and down to have breakfast. Sat in the sunshine on the patio eating our brekkie it was really quite hot, to the extent that a little bit of shade was a relief. We decided to make the most of the sunshine before it broke and so set ourselves outside for the remainder of the morning, cold drinks at hand, some snoozing and some social media falling down the rabbit hole stuff. We were again visited by Le Petit Chat, who hung around for about an hour - the point she stopped getting stroked.
    About 2pm I wandered inside to make some mint sauce to go with our impending Lamb shoulder. The mint was really fragrant and it wasn’t long before the room was full of its scent. That made Tre came in to start on the Lamb and everything else - I ably assisted with sorting out the white asparagus . . . . very technical.
    White asparagus is a good source of calcium, phosphorus, potassium, and vitamin C. It also contains fibre, iron, niacin, and vitamins A, B1 and B2. White asparagus is a good source of antioxidants rutin, ascorbic acid, tocopherol, glutathione and ferulic acid.
    White asparagus is simply green asparagus that has never seen the light of day. The plant is grown under soil or some other covering to block out the sun's rays, preventing photosynthesis and the development of chlorophyll, which turns the spears green.
    The weather had clouded over a little and so I went in search of TV entertainment and found ‘Uncle Buck’. Yep, I watched it and joined by Tre once she had finished the dinner prep.
    Dinner was fab, the shoulder of lamb was lovely (Chef Teresa smashed it), with smashed potatoes, cauliflower cheese, asparagus (white and green) and lashings of lovely mint sauce . . . and a nice bottle of Rose. Oh - and an Easter egg for pudding.
    After dinner we settled down to watch the end of Countryfile and then David Attenborough’s Wild Isles. We finished the night off with Liam Neeson in a film called Grey . . . it was ok and a little predictable, but made me jump twice . . . to Teresa’s amusement.
    Easter Sunday done - tomorrow the French recognise Easter Bank Holiday Monday . . . but as per every other Monday France is closed for the day 😂
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  • Day 204

    08.04 Day 204 . . . Yellow !

    April 8, 2023 in France ⋅ ☁️ 12 °C

    So we were up and about before 8am and grabbed some quick breakfast. Tre and I have cut back on bread and pasta and crisps and all other not so healthy options with a view to shedding some pounds before Summer, the ability to hide excess baggage under clothes then gone.
    We were out of the door before 9am and into Rox, then on our way to Niort. The weather again is glorious and the views on the drive stunning. Can’t believe a little over 6 months ago we were in our little place in Haywards Heath surrounding by houses, shops, companies and volumes of traffic. Sometimes we can drive for ages without seeing another car!
    It took us about 40 minutes to Niort where we parked in our now normal parking area near to the river, literally just next to the market area.
    We walked up to the market and it was heaving as expected. Easter holiday had brought out the masses combined with the lovely sunny and warm weather - unlike a couple of weeks ago.
    We grabbed a huge cauliflower for under €2 and then garlic, white asparagus, onions, fresh mint and then headed to the meat counter. We chose a shoulder of lamb which the butcher then without bother, volunteered to take it off the bone and string it into a joint for us - looks great, will update tomorrow. We also saw or a neighbouring stall huge artichokes which we decided against as neither of us was sure how to cook from scratch. More research required first.
    I then grabbed a couple of things off the Spanish stall, not sure what they were called but one with chicken filling the other beef filling - with a free chilli dip. Will try these later.
    Beaten to the first table and chairs in the sunshine at the cafe we quickly found another and then sat people watching for half an hour.
    Post coffee and red faces from the sun we went for a shop wander and also to find a bank. The nearest bank (with a long queue) happened to be right opposite my favourite vinyl record shop, so Tre volunteered to queue while I went vinyl hunting.
    Money collected and no vinyl purchased (nearly did - a Black Keys box set) we returned to Rox and headed out of the town centre.
    Now Tre and I have had an ongoing argument about her need for some trainers. She has some - packed in a bag in the UK and she maintains she can wait til we get all our stuff over - I maintain not a good idea. So off to Decathlon we went!!
    Once inside we waddled the aisles, me not wanting the pressure the issue by walking straight to the trainer aisle. However Tre had other ideas and we spent a good hour or so choosing summer clothing, skirts and dresses, shorts for me and finally - yes we got there . . . trainers for Tre!!
    On finally leaving Decathlon we realised we hadn’t bought eggs at the market and so headed for SuperU.
    Well the eggs Tre had in mind when she mentioned it come from hens, the eggs I had in mind come from a chocolate factory.
    So at SuperU we bought both - the not eating unhealthy has a clause about Easter I assured Tre.
    We took our normal now back roads tout home to take in the yellow rapeseed field or Rutabaga as my app calls it.
    It was so fab we did a second pass along one particular road and Tre grabbed a video.
    We got home about 5pm and our planned meal for the evening was shelved due to lack of time - so we decided on a second night of lasagne.
    I checked in Chelsea dreadful season with another loss, this time to Wolves . . . Lampard isn’t an instant fix. Also a little reminder research on how to use my wind metre for the drone, now I’ve put a new battery in it.
    The chicken and beef Mexican things were lovely and the chilli sauce - well it was really sweet to start with almost fruity and then turned bloody hot. Need to tap the lady on the stall up for the recipe for this.
    We had dinner about 7pm and then settled in for rubbish telly and another film - which we got half way through and binned it.
    So probably in bed about 1030pm and I nodded straight off.
    Sun, Mexican food, vinyl shopping, and country fresh air is all too much for this old timer.
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  • Day 203

    07.04 Day 203 . . . Happy Easter

    April 7, 2023 in France ⋅ ☁️ 10 °C

    Happy Easter everyone!
    So after our late night film watching we didn’t get up at the crack of dawn - in fact we returned to late get up mode.
    Finally downstairs for breakfast we decided we were to have a day off from admin stuff and enjoy the sunshine. So after breakfast we retired to the patio to grab some rays.
    About 2pm we had some nibbles - we’ve found some new dark brown crisp bread things which taste slightly bitter, but with cheese on top are divine.
    After nibbles Tre decided to go make lasagne for the evening and I manned up enough to go try out the new cut throat razor I’d bought.
    Now there is definitely a knack to a cut throat which I hadn’t got. It wasn’t a bad first attempt, possible two nicks maximum but could have been better. The finished product was actually ok, once I’d stopped the bleeding 😂😂
    The sun drifts away from the patio late afternoon and so we retired indoors, we had talked ourselves out of another walk this afternoon and I’d cancelled my idea about flying the drone due to slight gusts of wind.
    By the time we’d had dinner - the quite lovely lasagne, drizzled with chilli oil we were set for another movie night.
    Film4 has been our friend this week with some old but quite good films - and tonight’s was Patriot Games. I think we’d both seen it a gazillion times but it was still good - and then it was bed.
    Market day tomorrow at Niort - should be busy as it’s Easter Weekend . . . and Tre needs some trainers despite her objections!!
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