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  • Day 215

    19.04 Day 215 . . . Sunshine Again !

    April 19, 2023 in France ⋅ 🌙 14 °C

    This setting the alarm thing is working, it’s waking Tre up before the alarm even goes off.
    So as per yesterday we were up relatively early doors and straight downstairs to get logged on and chase a decent exchange rate, before moving some more money.
    That done we chilled and had a leisurely breakfast.
    The sun was out in force and so we placed our chairs in the patio to get as much exposure as we could. Tre read her book and dozed, I wrote up some penguins, did some social surfing and also snoozed.
    At some point Tre spotted a lovely pine seat advertised on FB at one of the brocantes and so after a couple of messages and a PayPal transaction we were arranging to pick it up in a weeks time - once Mr & Mrs Annals have departed . . . had I mentioned they are due to visit us for a few days next week . . . Chaignepain won’t know what’s hit it 😂
    I also took a couple of cuttings of plants around our patio I. The hope we may be able to get some plants from them as the year progresses.
    We had nibbles for lunch - tuna mayo on crackers, neither of us overly hungry.
    Mid afternoon Tre got a phone call from one of her cousins, informing her of yet another passing of a relative. That’s three in three weeks - quite sobering, when members of the same family pass so quickly in relation to one another. The news put a bit of a damper on the afternoon obviously.
    Pork chops with a Dijon mustard coating was our evening meal of choice.
    We sat for the evening, messaging and social surfing whilst watching bits and pieces on the TV. Tre and I have an idea of using an unfinished piece of wood as kitchen counter tops and so I disappears down a rabbit hole on the web trying to establish the best way of testing this wood.
    That was another day done - another one ticked off the list of our time left here at Chaignepain. We’ve loved it and are still loving it - we are very lucky to be here.
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  • Day 214

    18.04 Day 214 . . . Another Day Lost

    April 18, 2023 in France ⋅ 🌙 11 °C

    Well I’m not gonna be long telling you about today - don’t want to bore the pants off anyone.
    After getting up fairly early to make sure we hit the currency market early, we managed to trans get the monies we needed to sort.
    A quick email to the notaires here and in the UK to update then followed at which point we stopped for brekkie.
    A call then arrived from the estate agent, which always fills me with dread, normally it’s because something has changed or gone wrong - or mostly that she is about three emails behind everyone else.
    Anyway it was to arrange a meeting at the Chenay house on Saturday evening. We again asked her to confirm the water was on at the house and we’re told she has arranged for the water company to attend on Tuesday next - to re-connect. I’m so glad now we chased her on this as we had been told everything was ok!!
    I then got to work on my company year end accounts, which I hate, while Tre completed some medical forms for here for our Carte Vitale. In amongst scanning and printing and trying to download internet documents with a crappy wifi - it took for ages.
    I finally finished everything at about 4.30pm, Tre had finished a little earlier.
    Good news today was Lauren and Pete moved into their new rented place and Mim and Dad managed to sell their corsa without any issues - phew!!
    So the day had gone with admin yet again - tomorrow will be no admin.
    The evening passed with dinner and a couple of films on channel 4 while watching Chelsea crash out of the Champions league with a whimper!
    Tomorrow will be a better day.
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  • Day 213

    17.04 Day 213 . . . Lancaster Bomber

    April 17, 2023 in France ⋅ 🌙 11 °C

    We had set an alarm to make sure we were up this morning. A restaurant we had been to a couple of times previously - Auberge du Noyer at Londigny - had started last week, to do a full English breakfast twice a week. Tre had seen the advert and booked us in. We’ve not had a full English for months.
    So we were up and at it and ready to leave in plenty of time.
    We hopped into Roxvanné and pulled off the driveway into the country lane - our only route to anywhere. At which point Tre shrieked at me and pointed to a very large bird waddling down the centre of the lane, blocking any traffic - had there been any apart from us.
    The bird which we now know to be a Muscovy Duck, wasn’t much for moving until I got right behind him and revved the engine a little. At this point it took off like an overloaded WW2 Lancaster bomber.
    The Muscovy duck (Cairina moschata) is a large duck native to the Americas, from the Rio Grande Valley of Texas and Mexico south to Argentina and Uruguay. Small wild and feral breeding populations have established themselves in the United States, particularly in Florida, Louisiana, Massachusetts, the Big Island of Hawaii, as well as in many other parts of North America, including southern Canada. Feral Muscovy ducks are found in New Zealand, Australia, and in parts of Europe.
    It is a large duck, with the males about 76 cm (30 in) long, and weighing up to 7 kg (15 lb). Females are noticeably smaller, and only grow to 3 kg (6.6 lb), roughly half the males' size. The bird is predominantly black and white, with the back feathers being iridescent and glossy in males, while the females are more drab. The amount of white on the neck and head is variable, as well as the bill, which can be yellow, pink, black, or any mixture of these colors. It may have white patches or bars on the wings, which become more noticeable during flight. Both sexes have pink or red wattles around the bill, those of the male being larger and more brightly colored.
    Obstruction dealt with we drove in the sunshine to Londigny and parked up.
    The breakfast was blooming lovely, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Tre eat so much so fast - and never have I seen her eat fried bread, so without doubt we will be back.
    We headed back to Sauze and stopped at Bricomon - we forgot it was Monday and also now lunchtime, so it was shut. A quick stop in SuperU to check for some cleaning bits we might need next week and we were heading home. Nearly at home we noted the Lancaster Bomber had taken up residence on a roadside pile of compost and gravel.
    After a very brief stop at home we were heading out again on our way to Niort, again to check for some bits we might need next week but also car hunting.
    We found our way straight to the Peugeot and Citroen site which also housed Spoticar - so lots of cars on site. We spent the best part of 90 minutes looking for specific models we’ve sort of settled for and sitting in a few to check sizes. Each year model is obviously different to the previous year - some better than others.
    After finding nothing that met both our size and financial needs we departed and headed to Leroy Merlin.
    Once parked up near to Leroy’s we opted to quickly pop into GiFi which is another B&Q/The Range type affair - only to find nothing in there we were really looking for.
    Across the road we quickly checked out Leroy but by now I think we had both had enough and shopping boredom had set in, so we very soon gave up and found ourselves back in Rox heading home.
    Nearly back at Melle we stopped into DSI Automobiles, a garage we’ve visited before and there saw the same guy as previously ‘Charlie’. Again we trolled through the cars he had on the forecourt but with no luck. He is a lovely guy though, so always good to have a chat with him - in pigeon French/English.
    From Charlie’s we headed for home, still bathed in sunshine.
    At home unfortunately the patio was in full shade as it was late-late afternoon.
    We bother skipped evening meal as the brekkie this morning was still filling out tummy’s!
    It didn’t seem long until bedtime called - the days are now slipping away quickly towards the new house at Chenay.
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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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