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- Tag 196
- Freitag, 31. März 2023 um 22:00
- 🌬 12 °C
- Höhe über NN: Meereshöhe
FrankreichSaint-Trojan-les-Bains45°48’42” N 1°13’12” W
31.03 Day 196 . . . Home By The Sea!

Today was our last day, so we were up relatively early packing our few bits and pieces away. All loaded into Rox we went inside to say our goodbyes to the lovely receptionist lady and paid our outstanding bill.
We had decided first thing that we would go and find one of the most popular beaches on the island, which actually wasn’t far from our hotel.
Plage de Gâtseau had a fairly large car park and we could imagine it being murder during the holiday periods. We walked from the car park and onto the most glorious (windswept this morning) beach. The sun was out with a stiff breeze, but it was stunning - and we were the the only ones on the beach. Myself being The Lone Ranger meant that Tonto was head tracker and she deducted one other person and a small dog had been on the beach at some point before us this morning. We made a plan to return here again once the holiday period was over - September time, to come down here one evening with a picnic and some beers to watch the sunset. It really was a wonderful place to visit on a last day in the sunshine with lovely views of the Bay of Biscay. We attempted to take some timer selfies, which Tre thought was funny especially when my phone kept falling in the sand - I wasn’t that amused!
Walking off the beach we called Le Grunge restaurant to book a table for lunch at 1230 - the French do like a Réservation and we have learnt to our cost that if you snooze you lose when it comes to tables at lunch time.
We returned to Saint-Trojan and into a small bar for a coffee and then continued on down to the port. We had promised to bring some oysters shells back for someone - so they could use them for art projects. We knew there were piles of them around the port area. Parked up near to Le Grunge, we walked across to the port area and for once I took my proper camera with me. On route to collect the shells I stopped numerous times to grab some shots, most of which repeats of those I’d taken on the phone some days ago. The sun was again out and the weather was glorious.
After collecting the shells and taking the photos, we dumped everything back into Rox and walked down the road to Grunge. The lady owner was on hand as was the waitress who the other evening had tried to avoid us as she spoke no English. However after finally chatting with her the other night, her confidence had obviously grown for today, as all she wanted to do was talk with us and try out her English.
The food again was stunning, Tre had baked Camembert and I had six oysters (getting my count up) . . . scrummy. We both then had tuna steak with a sesame crust, which was served effectively raw . . . we had been advised at the time of ordering. It really was a fab last meal on Île d’Oléron. We said our goodbyes, assuring the owner we would be back - Im sure she was comforted by this !!
From Saint-Trojan we drove to Saint-Pierre to buy some aftershave/perfume we had sampled the day before and decided to return for - we should have bought it then. In the same shop we had bought the earrings, we now purchased the scent, together with a ring for Tre.
From Saint-Pierre we drove down to the east corner of the island to Le Château-d’Oléron which we had also been recommended to visit. Again we drove through many many oysters beds, mile after mile of them.
We arrived in the Citadel of Château-D’Oléron and parked up within the area of the fortifications.
A 17th century defensive citadel Built under Louis XIII from 1630, the citadel was probably completed around 1640 before the death of Cardinal de Richelieu, whose armouries were on its walls. When the arsenal royal de Rochefort became the main military port of the country, under the impulse of Louis XIV's minister Colbert, the need to protect the site from English threats became obvious. The fortifications of Château d'Oléron multiplied and became stronger around the original citadel. Largely built on marshes, these fortifications required pharaonic work. The ensemble evolved until the middle of the 18th century. Today, the citadel is a very accomplished example of the genius of Vauban.
Under the Revolution, it received for a century those condemned to hard labor. In 1870, German prisoners of war during the Franco-Prussian conflict were imprisoned there. It then housed a garrison until 1911. After the First World War, it housed the disciplinary sections of the national military service. Occupied by German troops during the Second World War, it was liberated in 1945 but was badly damaged by Allied bombings. The period from 1959 to 1970 was devoted to its restoration. Left abandoned after the first oil shock, it was gradually restored from the end of the 1980s. Today it is an essential site on the island and is one of the most visited sites in Charente-Maritime.
We walked from here down towards the port area. Again there were numerous brightly coloured ‘huts’ which were most probably once fisherman huts, but now are also occupied by small art type shops. The colours were lovely and shown at their best in the sunshine. We crossed a small bridge covered in empty oysters shells that rattled in the breeze - similar to the bridges in mainland France adorned by padlocks. We purchased some soaps in a local shop before finding the port entrance and further views to the Bay of Biscay.
After some compulsory photos we headed back towards Rox, a little conscious of the time and our journey home . . . then we reminded ourselves that we didn’t need to be anywhere, by any time . . . it’s a lovely feeling, but takes some getting used to.
Back in Rox we set course for home, deciding to avoid Rochfort and heading towards Saintes instead. I set the camera up for an hours time-lapse of the journey and set off.
We waved goodbye to the island crossing the bridge to the mainland, the views today were brilliant and clear and we noticed even more oyster beds as we hit the mainland side - we hadn’t even seen these on the way over.
We drove the A837 through to Saintes and then headed north east towards Saint-Jean-d’Angély. We avoided Saint-Jean-d’Angély due to roadworks and used all manner of backroads through to Chef Boutonne and our usual roads back to home, arriving just as a rain storm hit at about 7pm.
We dodged the rain and unloaded our bags indoors.
Due to our large lunch, dinner consisted of some Doritos with houmus and a tub of Haribo’s whilst watching TV.
We have had the best four days away, we love where we are living but sometimes a small break away can make all the difference.
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- Tag 195
- Donnerstag, 30. März 2023 um 22:00
- ☁️ 14 °C
- Höhe über NN: 43 ft
FrankreichPointe de Chassiron46°2’46” N 1°24’21” W
30.03 Day 195 . . . End Of The Island

As normal we didn’t wake or get up too early. Once ready and our the door we had decided to head to the very north end of the island which comes under Saint-Denis d’Oléron but is even further north than that. We started off hugging the west side of the island, but due to some road works we were forced back to travel the main route, effectively up the centre of the island and finally along the D734.
We finally parked up at our destination which we knew had a lighthouse as it centre piece. Once out of Rox and walking to the coastal path about 75m away we saw the views - truly breath taking. We had a fab day for it, but even in foul weather these views of the rough Atlantic must be spectacular. We walked along the north east side of the peninsula and then down some steps to a rocky beach area. Due to the time of year there was hardly anyone about which made this place even more special - in summer we guessed it is probably manic busy.
Having taken untold photos we returned unto the footpath and along to the general area of the lighthouse Phare de Chassiron. There were a couple of interesting artefacts near to the lighthouse - an example of a fish trap still in use around the island and also a cross on a plinth made from iron chain.
The lighthouse first commenced as a first fire tower, at 33m high, was built in 1685 on the orders of Colbert in order to mark the entrance to the Pertuis d'Antioche and thus guide the ships which joined the Charente estuary to join the military arsenal. of Rochefort. The increase in maritime traffic, the modernization of beaconing and the retreat of the cliff led to the construction of a new lighthouse between 1834 and 1836. Its strategic position and its height of 46m allows the Chassiron lighthouse to effectively warn sailors of the approach to the coast and the dangerous rock banks of the Pertuis d'Antioche.
Originally entirely white, the lighthouse covered its black bands in 1926 in order to increase its visibility distance and limit confusion with its gray neighbor, the Whales lighthouse. The optic, made up of eight lenticular panels, was electrified in 1930 and today operates with a 250 W metal halide bulb.
The departure of the last keeper dates back to 1998. Since then, the lighthouse has been fully automated and controlled by the Lighthouses and Beacons office.
After walking around the lighthouse and viewing the gardens that surrounded it we entered a small shop that is onsite and purchased some salt - Set de Mer d’Oléron . . . lovely white Sea Salt made locally - oh, and a salt pot and spoon.
All the other small shops and the restaurant were closed, again we were thankful as next week and onwards it is likely to be packed with tourists.
We drove from the lighthouse and down to Saint-Denis looking for a restaurant - we didn’t even stop, there was nothing really to be had. We continued down and decided to stop at Saint-Pierre as there was likely to be a lot more choice.
Arriving at Saint-Pierre we parked up on street and found a restaurant called Le Zing which we entered and ordered a plat du jour of cold plateau de charcuterie (meat board) for starter and bavette steak for the main. Both stuffed we rolled out of the restaurant and walked to the shop with the earrings that Tre had spotted yesterday. We knew it would be closed as it wasn’t 3pm so we stopped and had a soft drink in a bar sitting in the sunshine.
At 3pm we walked to the shop - it was shut!! For what reason we know not as the shop door sign indicated it should be open.
We walked some of the other shops and waddled into another shop called Detour de Plage - which was lovely, in fact better than the one we had been heading to. I happened to see a pair of earrings that I thought Tre would like and I wasn’t wrong. Firmly in our grasp we toured the rest of the shop before buying the earrings and a keyring for me.
From Saint-Pierre we toddled along in Rox and found our way to an Intermarché - just to buy some nibbles for this evening as neither of us were in the mood for eating out tonight . . . still stuffed.
Back at the hotel we collapsed. Balcony doors open although a little windy it was still sunny. We spent the remainder of the late afternoon chatting and lazing around. I did consider another visit to the pool but it was over 20m away down the corridor!
We agreed on a relatively early night as tomorrow was our last day, which we wanted to make the most of as well as driving home.
On our return to the hotel in the afternoon Tre had happened upon an update from the weekends demonstrations at Sainte Soline . . .
France launches investigation after man gravely injured at water protest
French prosecutors said Wednesday they were probing the case of a man seriously wounded at a demonstration over access to water, after his family filed a criminal complaint.
The 32-year-old has been fighting for his life in a coma since Saturday's thousands-strong environmental protest against a new "mega-basin" gathering water for irrigation in the western Deux-Sèvres region. The probe was prompted by his parents, who filed a complaint alleging attempted murder as well as the prevention of access by first responders.
Protest organisers said Tuesday that the man, from the southwestern city Toulouse, was seriously wounded when he was struck in the head by a tear gas grenade fired by police. "People close to him are determined to bear witness and uncover the truth about what happened," they added.
The case is being investigated by military prosecutors in the western city of Rennes who have jurisdiction over France's gendarmes – police officers belonging to the armed forces.
Warlike scenes of Saturday's clashes between around 5,000 protesters and 3,200 police in the open fields made headlines over the weekend.
Fielding helicopters, armoured vehicles and water cannon, security forces fired thousands of tear gas grenades and dozens of other projectiles in a response the DGGN police authority described as "proportionate to the level of threat".
Authorities say officers were faced with "an unprecedented explosion of violence" and targeted with Molotov cocktails and fireworks.
But Human Rights League (LDH) observers on the scene said police made "unrestrained and indiscriminate use of force" against all the demonstrators, rather than targeting violent groups or individuals.
AFP journalists saw police begin using tear gas as soon as the marchers arrived.
Prosecutors in nearby Niort counted 47 wounded police and seven demonstrators requiring medical aid, including two in danger for their lives – one of whose condition has since improved.
Protest organisers complained of 200 wounded, 40 seriously including one person who lost an eye.
In an audio recording published by daily Le Monde, a member of the ambulance service told the LDH that "commanders on the ground" were holding them back from the scene, without identifying individuals.
The service said on Twitter Tuesday that "sending an ambulance with oxygen into an area with clashes is not recommended given the risk of explosion".
Deux-Sèvres' prefect – the top government official in the region – wrote in a Tuesday report to the interior ministry that it was "very difficult" for ambulances to reach wounded demonstrators as "the clashes had not stopped or were starting again".
Interior Minister Gerald Darmanin has responded to the clashes by vowing to ban one of the associations that organised the protests.Weiterlesen
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- Tag 194
- Mittwoch, 29. März 2023 um 22:10
- ☁️ 14 °C
- Höhe über NN: 52 ft
FrankreichSaint-Pierre-d'Oléron45°56’38” N 1°18’21” W
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- Mittwoch, 29. März 2023 um 22:00
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- Höhe über NN: 20 ft
FrankreichDunes de Saint-Trojan45°50’19” N 1°12’10” W
29.03 Day 194 . . . Golden Balls

So - Île d'Oléron is an island and canton in the Atlantic coast of France (to the west of Rochefort). It is the second largest island of Metropolitan France, after Corsica. The capital, and largest town, is Saint-Pierre-d'Oléron in the centre of the island. With a length of 30 km and a width of 8 km. It has an area of 174 km2 and more than 21,000 permanent inhabitants.
The inhabitants of Île d'Oléron are known, in French, as Oléronais (women: Oléronaises).
Since 1966, there is a bridge that connects the island with mainland.
It was at Oléron in about 1152 to 1160 that Eleanor of Aquitaine introduced the first 'maritime' or 'admiralty' laws in that part of the world: the Rolls of Oleron.
In 1306, Edward I of England granted the island to his son, Edward II, as part of the Duchy of Aquitaine.
On 20 March 1586, the island was taken by Agrippa d'Aubigné.
During the Second World War, the island was occupied by German forces and fortified. It was liberated by Free French Forces in an amphibious assault code-named Operation Jupiter on 29 April 1945. The French cruiser Duquesne fired 550 heavy shells at the German artillery batteries. The garrison surrendered on the following day - they don’t like it up em’ Captain Mainwaring!
Anyway we got up and pottered to the breakfast hall where we helped ourselves to all sorts of buffet types goodies. I think I over indulged with slices of cheese!
Back to the room and grabbed our bits to go touring the island.
First off we went searching for a restaurant near to us that was highly recommended for sea food and effectively sits on the beach at the waters edge. We wanted to book it for this evening. All along the strip where we thought it might be, the restaurants were all closed or being tarted up - probably for next week as all the children here are on holiday. We did however go for a lovely walk along the port and to where the actual restaurant was situated. It was obviously closed. Don’t believe everything Google tells you. The fisherman’s building here are all brightly coloured very much like the Caribbean and so we took a good few photos along the way.
We set off north mostly to the west side heading toward La Cotinière which we had been recommended.
We stopped once to check out an obvious entrance to the beach near a water sports facility at Wind Oléron Club - which was ok but nothing special.
We continued on and found our way into Cotinière despite the road closures - again it is a tidying up of the port pre holiday season. We checked out the port and also a fish mongers. Inside we had a little French lesson trying to work out what all the fish were by their French name. One we keep seeing on our travels is Merdu . . . which is Hake - very popular here it would appear.
We then drove east to the centre of the island and the islands capital Saint-Pierre-d'Oléron. Tre had decided to drive to give me a break and was going to drive the rest of the day. After almost parking Rox in a bush (rolling forward when trying to reverse up a hill) and my attempting to help her park in some weirdly marked parking bay lines, I guessed I would be driving when we set off again.
On arrival as always we realised we had missed lunch time and it was also Wednesday afternoon so everything was shut 🙄. We grabbed a beer and a rose for Tre and sat outside a bar in the sunshine.
The small church near to where we were sat, so obviously we had to have a look inside. Église Saint-Pierre was lovely - with stone walls making it look so much more rustic than many we have seen recently.
We then did a little window shopping before returning to Rox to continue our travels. We really liked the feel of Saint-Pierre and there was obviously areas we hadn’t visited - so agreed we would return tomorrow - Tre had spotted earrings in a shop window 🤔
From Saint Pierre with me driving - we headed north east to Sauzelle taking the roads through the numerous oyster bed areas that are massive in this island. I’ve not even mentioned them yet. On a map they look like very small separated farmers fields, but are actually small ponds split apart by grass banks rather than hedges.
We drove straight through Sauzelle and south easterly towards Boyardville, again driving through the Miriad of oyster ponds. We stopped briefly in an attempt to get a photo of a Cormorant that was perched on a boat launching jetty.
The Cormorant (Phalacrocorax carbo ) is a large, black, and conspicuous waterbird, the cormorant has an almost primitive appearance with its long neck making it appear reptilian. It is often seen standing with its wings held out to dry. Regarded by some as sinister and greedy, cormorants are supreme fishers which can bring them into conflict with anglers, thus causing them to be persecuted in the past.
Onto Boyardville - yet another port packed with oyster boats but also some more regular looking shops. Again most of the shops were shut but we spotted an ice cream parlour (well it was a restaurant but all we wanted was ice cream) along the dockside. As soon as we sat down it began to rain - first time since we started this little journey.
We took up residency at another table inside and both stuck into a full on totally unhealthy base of ice cream and whipped cream. One each - we hardly spoke to one another until finished.
Back to Roxvanne we headed for home - that being the hotel.
I had been trying to get Tre to go for a swim and sauna etc with me, but was not getting excited vibes. When I started my journey to the pool Tre agreed to keep me company - dressed with her book. Better than not at all I thought.
When we arrived at the spa which was empty and so we had sole use, Tre was gone! She returned five minutes later with swimsuit on and towel in hand. To be fair the spa was bloody lovely, really warm, sauna, steam room, light room and pool with various jets and bubbles. We spent well over an hour getting healthy 😂
Back in our room we dressed and headed out to try and find an open restaurant. The only one we had seen open was called Grunge - which we didn’t much fancy. We hunted all around the fairly small town with no luck. It was drive to another town and possibly find nothing or go to Grunge.
So Grunge it was . . . and it was bloody amazing!!!!
The girl that ran the place was as happy and chatty as you like with nothing being too much of an issue. We had six oysters for starters with shallots finely chopped in vinegar to add to them . . . Gorgeous!!
Main course was Magret - now I and Tre have had quite a bit of Magret in various places and this was by far the best Magret we have ever had - words can’t explain how good it was. We did make a point of telling the owner lady how fab it all was which was handy as she said her husband was the chef!!
We then shared a lemon citrus cheesecake with chantilly cream . . and golden balls 😂
We spent an absolutely fab evening in the restaurant we had almost snubbed because of its name - lesson learnt!
Back at the hotel we did nothing but pile into bed and reflect on a lovely day and fantastic food. Two nights of food and two nights of being bang on lucky little buggers to have found these two gems!!
Tomorrow we head north.Weiterlesen
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- Dienstag, 28. März 2023 um 22:10
- ☁️ 13 °C
- Höhe über NN: 39 ft
FrankreichDunes de Saint-Trojan45°49’58” N 1°11’53” W
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- Dienstag, 28. März 2023 um 22:00
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FrankreichRochefort45°56’43” N 0°59’9” W
28.03 Day 193 . . . Oyster Virginity !

Up and at it - we’ll sort of. Bags quickly packed, cameras sorted, showered changed and ready we headed out of the door at about 1030am bound for Îlé d’Oléron which is an island on the west coast south of La Rochelle.
We had to make a quick detour to the Arc charity shop in Sainte Soline (now free of protestors and police) as Tre had won an charity auction item which needed collecting 🙄
We then hit the road proper heading first to Melle and then south west down to Mauzé-sur-Le-Mignon. From there continued south west in the D911 to Surgeres. From here we continued south west through Muron through to Rochefort where we stopped to grab a drink and some food - a lovely little chicken curry quiche for me and a salmon and spinach one for Tre, plus a couple of tiny chocolate doughnuts.
We departed our snack stop only to get immediately into a traffic jam. When we got to the front of the jam we found our exit from a roundabout blocked by a Gendarme. We diverted through part of the town to another access point to our route only to be met by another gendarme blocking the alternative route. We then decided to drive out or Rochefort and back to our route approaching from the south. Adding a good half hour to the journey we finally crossed a minor river which had been the pinch points at the road blocks, through a small village and up a hill into a further traffic jam. This time for a motorcyclist laid prone on the floor in a field with medical staff all around him. Hope he was ok!!
Through this jam it was plain sailing through to Pont de Îlé d’Orleron and over onto the island.
Within about 10 minutes we found our hotel but as we were early we drove into the village that is Saint Trojan Les Bains.
Parked up we went for a wander, not a lot was open due to the hour of day so we found ourselves a small Tabac, these are normally open and have bars!!
A glass of beer and a rose for Teresa and it felt like we were in proper holiday. Now the Tabac you wouldn’t make a bee line for on any other day, really tired inside and obviously owned by (probably for the past 50 years) the one and only employee, a lady who deserved a medal for cracking on as she did. Tre and I being the only customers, she sat down at an adjacent table and promptly nodded off.
She woke when Tre and I stood to leave.
We returned to Rod and drove to the hotel. The lovely lady receptionist allowed us to book in early - it appeared we were one of hardly any other customers. We appear to have an entire hotel to ourselves - which means it was too expensive and we’ve been ripped off, or it’s a pit and we’ve been ripped off.
Our room was fab with a small balcony overlooking the beach.
We returned to the bar and grabbed a beer and a red for Tre, which came in a very long test tube, which was loaded into a machine and then dispensed at the exact temperature required for that wine a Saint Émilien Grand Cru. Never seen it before - the speed Tre polished it off it appears the machine works.
We then pottered over to the beach - the tide was out and we could see men quite a way out tending to their oyster beds.
A couple were also walking along the beach digging and after a short conversation we established they were collecting cockles for their dinner that evening.
We then set about a fairly lengthy walk along the beach to a jetty area where we decided to turn around - using the path by the road above us to walk back. There were a number of notice boards on the way back detailing facts about local buildings and their history.
Back at the hotel we chilled for a short while before getting ready to go out. Our friendly receptionist had recommended a restaurant around the corner called L’Écume. We chanced our arm and walked straight there in the hope we hadn’t needed to book. The sign on the wall ‘Michelin’ gave us a slight panic - standing there in jeans and t-shirts and not expecting to be quite so thrust into L’Oléron foodie heights.
However being brave and having entered we found the two female staff to be lovely and made us feel immediately relaxed.
We were determined to have oysters and found the perfect way to break our duck with a starter each that contained one oyster. In for a penny . . .
I had done a bit of homework on how to know if your oysters are fresh . . . A fresh oyster should ideally have the scent of an ocean breeze and feel ice cold to the touch. If the oyster feels warm or gives off an offensive, pungent odour, then it is possibly about to go bad. Be sure to check this step before topping it with any sauces or garnishes, as those could potentially mask the odour. Also look for freak seaweed or small crustaceans still attached to the shell as a sign of freshness. Only eat Oysters in months with an R in them. All this info in my head we dived in!
The remainder of the starter was brilliant and the oyster was stunning - so more tomorrow for sure. Never have I eaten anything like it - it isn’t like eating anything fish related.
The main was hay smoked beef with millefeuille potato - which again was gorgeous. We opted for the cheats dessert and ordered what is effectively a small black coffee with normally five or six small versions of various puddings. Five for one - how can you not do that.
We left the restaurant stuffed for our walk home. I’ve already told Tre I want to come here for my 60th. It’s not Michelin star - not sure what the plaque was all about, but the food was amazing and the staff were all you could ask for.
Back in our room it was moments before we were turning off the lights and calling it a day. My only concern was that at some point in the night I might explode - due to feeling that full up. Weirdly we hadn’t eaten a lot quantity wis, as the dishes were all relatively fine dining size but it felt like I had.
Hopefully see you tomorrow.Weiterlesen
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- Tag 192
- Montag, 27. März 2023 um 22:00
- ⛅ 7 °C
- Höhe über NN: 525 ft
FrankreichChaignepain46°10’53” N 0°0’59” W
27.03 Day 192 . . . Spring Has Sprung

So we both woke about 5am for what reason we know not. Tre said she hadn’t slept all night. After a chat I. The dark we both finally dozed back off until about 9am.
Whilst in bed and as mentioned previously there had been two days of huge demos in Sainte Soline we protestors and police injured. All to do with a planned and commenced huge water basin. Tre and I looked at some of the coverage on social media - truly brutal for such a sleepy tiny village. The police were well prepared but well outnumbered by protestors.
Worth a watch: https://fb.watch/jxH0zLBS7b/
We both got up as we were expecting a call from our English Notaire - which Tre thought was at 10am and I thought was 1030am. Guess who was right - we hadn’t needed to dive out of bed so quite quickly.
At 1030am the call failed to happen. At 1115am I sent a polite email to the notaire kindly offering the option that one of us had got the date wrong or perhaps he had been delayed with other work.
At 1130am he called and explained that he was as we knew in England and England was an hour behind here, therefore he was spot on time 😂. Laughed off due to our stupidity the call then went ahead to discuss inheritance. French law provides for a property in joint names to be passed to the children in the event of one parent passing - a fairly new law which isn’t going down to well in France. The call was to navigate our way around this.
At just gone 2pm we left on route to Gilly and Paul’s for a catch up. We took a road we’ve never taken before and loved the fact that after all the on off rain over the past days, a burst of sunshine had made it feel like Spring had arrived and everything had screamed into life.
We spent the best of the afternoon with Gilly and Paul before departing and popping to Sauze SuperU for a couple of bits.
From there we drove home and hurriedly got dinner on the go as it was just before 7pm.
We’d had a follow up email from our English Notaire which we need to read a couple more times before making any decisions.
Post dinner a little TV before bed as we were both knackered.
Tomorrow we go on holiday!!Weiterlesen
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- Tag 191
- Sonntag, 26. März 2023 um 22:00
- 🌙 9 °C
- Höhe über NN: 502 ft
FrankreichChaignepain46°10’29” N 0°0’53” W
26.03 Day 191 . . . Not A Lot Achieved

So we woke at a reasonable time and then remembered the clocks had gone forwards and so we were again late getting up. After brekkie we planned our week or so back in the UK in May/June to take in a music festival, getting something on the van fixed, hiring a 7.5t lorry to pack our belongings into, drive to France home, unload and drive the lorry back to the UK and then drive back to our France home again - just before we have visitors arrive. Nothing like putting ourselves under pressure.
Next I dug out my drone and popped the batteries on charge - one of which was as dead as a do-do, so research needed as to how to fix this. Also charged up some camera kit. We go away in a couple of days to an island that may be quite picturesque.
The rest of the day was pretty chilled with me doing some stuff with Ancestry and Tre self teaching via YouTube - renovating furniture.
So having been up late the day was past in a flash.
We saw some updates of the demo on Sainte Soline which is not very far from here at all. A really small hamlet which is quite picturesque - which is now the site of a proposed water basin. Demonstrators have been arriving from as far afield as Italy and other European countries - most being rent a mob. But there are a very large number of locals who are opposed to the build. Police numbers have been increasing in this area all week. So much so Tre had banned me from going anywhere north of our location for the past three days 😂 I think she thinks I’ll get myself arrested.
Anyhow after watching England v Ukraine and a bit of telly the day had gone - with to be honest not a lot to show for it.
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- Tag 187
- Mittwoch, 22. März 2023 um 22:00
- ☁️ 12 °C
- Höhe über NN: 531 ft
FrankreichChaignepain46°10’52” N 0°0’37” W
22.03 Day 187 . . . Deposit Paid

Another lazy morning with Tre sleeping in - where is all this sleep coming from. I’d woken several times in the night and hadn’t really slept very well and was then awake early - the complete opposite to Tre.
After breakfast Tre called the bank to check that if we made a substantial payment from her account it wouldn’t be blocked. Not as easy as it sounds, but were told to try it and if it got blocked to call them back - not the answer you really wanted !! We finally grabbed the laptop and logged into our international banking account we now have. Five minutes later the payment was made . . . fingers crossed. So that’s it deposit made on the house - big day, now no turning back, not that we have any wish to!!
Just as we were giving ourselves a little bit of cheery congratulations on our situation the phone rang and Tre had a call to say her mums brother had died!
How to pop a balloon quickly.
After a sad call for Tre with her Aunt we decided to get on. We’d had some stuff dropped by Hannah during breakfast, the postie had been with Amazon goodies.
New ink for printer and a cut throat razor and blades for me . . . Will attempt it tomorrow, so I don’t go for coffee looking like I’ve been kidnapped and tortured by a crazed knife man.
Showered and ready at 2pm we headed out to Chef Boutonne for coffee with Gilly and Paul. We spent over an hour chatting at a table outside Voyageurs, the weather just holding off from raining.
After coffee Tre and I went in search of birthday and condolence cards, birthday cards in France are difficult enough but condolence!! Anyhow we succeeded and it wasn’t long before we were homeward bound.
Once home Tre stuck last nights creation in the oven to cook and it didn’t seem long before we were sitting having dinner.
A few episodes of Fauda on Netflix and another day was done.
An important day for us - our new life here . . . Fingers crossed we get over the line at the end of April.Weiterlesen
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- Tag 185
- Montag, 20. März 2023 um 22:00
- ☁️ 10 °C
- Höhe über NN: 472 ft
FrankreichMelle46°13’23” N 0°7’57” W
20.03 Day 185 . . . More Turbines!!

Up late again and the sun was shining so we sat outside on the patio to make the most of this break in the weather. Then inside to do admin yet again - it never seems to stop.
Amongst other things we emailed and spoke to Holly at Britline re transfer of funds from UK to France for our deposit and also emailed the Notaire re payment of deposits and fees. Getting close now or so it feels.
At 1pm we drove the back roads to Melle to go shopping at SuperU. Ever since we have been here we have put up with lots of white deposits in our kettle as a result of the water supply and so finally we bought water filter to stop white crap. Shop done in a very relaxed and chilled manner we left the store only to be stopped in the main road from shop by the Gendarmes for a convoy exceptionale - turbines again. These things are massive and appear to be on the move being built daily, not sure how many more France could possibly want.
We then took lots of back roads back to ours, through routes not used before and somehow completely overshot Chaignepain.
Back home and again sat outside in the fast vanishing sunshine - mini doughnuts from our shop were also tucked into.
We then started a spreadsheet of all our accounts for our French accountant so that he can submit a paper tax return at end of May to get us into the French system - meanwhile Tre had a long call to Did’s which was brill.
Lasagne for dinner and then we had an early night - Tre to read my book as she had now finished hers and for me to research some build projects.
We have so many plans for our new life out here, quite how much if it we will achieve we will see. Can never do enough research on YouTube . . . Tonight was chicken coops!!Weiterlesen
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- Tag 169
- Samstag, 4. März 2023 um 22:00
- 🌙 4 °C
- Höhe über NN: 719 ft
FrankreichLésignac-Durand45°48’38” N 0°38’19” E
04.03 Day 169 . . . A Lovely Brocante

So another early wake up for me, not so much for Tre. After finally getting down for breakfast of croissants and my now favourite raspberry gelle we planned the remainder of the day - shopping at Sauze as my mum and dad are arriving Tuesday. I had a quick call with my mum then caught up on WhatsApp with Loz before getting ready to hit the road.
Once in Rox who started first time, we headed off on the back roads to Sauze.
Tre then said she didn’t want to go just shopping so could we go a bit further and have a drive. So we decided to use the back road to Ruffec. Five minutes later I asked if Tre wanted to go to a brocante I’d seen on FB during my hours awake while she slept this morning.
After some phone searching whilst I drove Tre found the FB post and we re set the sat nav for Lésignac-Durand which was about an hour or so away south east.
We had a lovely drive down seeing areas we had not visited before. On arrival I. The village all we knew was the address was near to a large lake, we had a road name but the sat nav wouldn’t find it - then there it was right in front of us, a small road on the crown of a tight bend. The property at Impasse du Mas Chaban or on google maps Le Bourg, La Vieille Ecole is a brocante selling vintage furniture and decorative items, together with original artwork, which is an old school building being refurbed but also being used as a brocante. Immediately on entering Tre and I knew this place was for us. There was so much good quality furniture inside, at reasonable prices but without all the usual hundreds of plates and glasses etc. This was nearly all furniture - just what we need. We spent a good hour inside taking i. The items on display and talking to the owner.
If Tre and I had been in our house now - we would have bought about four pieces of furniture. Hopefully some of them might still be available when we are in that position.
We left with a business card in hand and promising to be back asap. We had a quick look at the lake at the bottom of the road before making tracks for home.
We stopped just before coming off the N10 towards Sauze where we grabbed a small roll and coffee.
Back in Sauze we went into SuperU, weirdly the place we were gonna go to when we left home earlier. A lot had changed since then - most of all our time scale, as it was now 7pm as we entered the store.
As my mum and dad are arriving Tuesday we shopped looking for things they would like - somehow a bottle of passion fruit rum fell i to the trolley along with a top up of fire pellets.
Back at home we had dinner straight away due to the time, Tre called it a night while I stayed up to watch probably the first Chelsea win in 2023 - and they were still awful.
Tomorrow is an admin day before I travel to the UK on Monday.Weiterlesen
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- Tag 167
- Donnerstag, 2. März 2023 um 22:00
- ☁️ 3 °C
- Höhe über NN: 233 ft
FrankreichTrévins46°20’23” N 0°23’0” W
02.03 Day 167 . . Roxvanne to Roxvanné

With still no news about the compromise Tre and I both woke with it still on our minds. Determined not to get too dejected we had planned things to do today.
After a slow start we were up and scoffing hot porridge in my case strewn with Raspberry jam (gelle here). We did allow ourselves one email about the compromise before we got going and pinged it off the out UK Notaire to see if he could find out what was happening.
Tre then amazingly managed to get the kids to answer their phones and so had a slightly lengthy catch up call with them, which certainly brightened the mood about the house.
Just after lunch we headed out Niort bound and after fuelling Rox at Melle we were well on our way. We found Centre Auto Fue Verte on the North East side of the town on a sprawling industrial area, near to most of the large superstores. Not sure if we needed to make an appointment to get the new index plates made we wandered in. Greeted by a really cheerful and helpful (non English speaking) guy we attempted to explain what we were after. He grasped the meaning of our attempt really quickly and after his English spoken word of ‘two’ we guessed he meant front and back and so we were off. Witching literally five minutes we had two very new number plates which were given to another guy in the workshop area. I went out and brought Rox to outside the workshop and after another five minutes she was re-numbered, couldn’t have been any easier. So Rox now has her new GM-285-LP front and back.
From here we drove to the north side of the town to a car showroom which was really disappointing so we didn’t stay long.
We then drove to an area where pre Christmas we had bought Christmas decorations and knew of a patisserie. It was now nearly 4pm so I grabbed a baguette while Tre settled for just a muffin.
We then investigated the nearby Electro Depot a warehouse selling expectedly all things electric. The place had washing machines stack five high on shelving - so not short of products. We then nosed in a couple more shops nearby before deciding to head home via a garage at Lezay.
On route we stoooed at DSI Automobioes just outside of Melle to look at some cars. We spent about 45 mins with a really helpful salesman looking at various options. We need to decide if we want to spend on a larger decent car or simply get a little run around!!
From there we drive the route to Lezay and stopped at another small garage which really had very little to look at.
Now it was home time and we tasked ourselves with spotting deer before we got home - which we managed. Weirdly here you can set these little wild life challenges with some expectancy of achieving them - not quite as achievable in Haywards Heath.
Indoors - fire on and dinner, finishing off the enchiladas Tre had made two nights before.
We had received an email from our UK Notaire saying he had chased and set some things in motion and also suggested we contact the estate agent as well. An email was immediately penned to her for action tomorrow.
A little TV and more discussion about the house and we were done for the day. Still slightly dejected at no news!
Tomorrow we need to get our French MOT document changed to match Rox’s new number . . . and chase the house some more!!Weiterlesen
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- Tag 166
- Mittwoch, 1. März 2023 um 22:00
- 🌙 2 °C
- Höhe über NN: 531 ft
FrankreichChaignepain46°10’11” N 0°0’56” W
01.03 Day 166 . . . Dinner at Noyer

Tre and I both woke at about 4am - both of us obviously thinking the same thing and chatting about it - why had we not been sent signed copies of the compromise. Both of us then struggled to get back to sleep but eventually drifted off.
Waking again at about 8am the same subject was the main focus of our conversation. Tre received an email from the Insurance company with a revised Certificat D'assurance Automobile and our very first Certificat Provisoire d'Immatriculation, otherwise known as a Carte Grise - official vehicle registration document in France- well an email copy of it anyway. Roxvanne is now officially Roxvanné with her new index number of
GM-285-LP.
We got up and had breakfast, then sat and composed an email to our French Notaire asking for clarification.
To shift it from our heads and as the weather was glorious we decided to walk the nearby lanes. So off we pottered wrapped up to avoid the chill but enjoying the sunshine on our faces, while checking out all the little flowers and plants that have suddenly appeared in this more spring like weather.
We were probably out for over an hour doing our usual circuit, this time in reverse, annoying the large Alsatian in one particular house . . . We always do!
Back at home we decided as we were wrapped up to take the recycling to the bins and the bottles to the bottle bank. We always feel like drunken bums walking down the road with an ever chinking bag of bottles - probably to near the truth.
Back at home we chilled for a couple of hours before getting ready and then walking to the Relais car park, where we had arranged to be picked up by Lou and Vince at 6.30pm.
Just before 6.30pm we were sat in the car with Lou and Vince and were being whizzed off to Auberge du Noyer for dinner. Auberge du Noyer is just south of Montjean and we arrived about 15 minutes later.
We had not been to Noyer before although we had heard it mentioned regularly by others and as we had heard, the food was fab with so much choice. We spent the evening catching up on each other past month or so and generally chewing the fat about life. The hours flew past and it seemed not long before Lou and Vince were dropping us back outside our place at well gone 10pm. We have been really lucky to have found certain people here that have given us so much help, advice, support and friendship - couldn’t ask for more.
Indoors I settled down and found West Ham v Manchester Utd was still on TV and was heading to extra time with about 10 minutes to go - so I was happily anticipating another 1/2 hour if football. At that point West Ham caved in and Utd win 3-1 in the last minutes of normal time - so I went to join Tre who had already gone to bed.
Tomorrow we try to get Roxvanné her new plates!! We may possibly even hear about the Compromise - would be nice!!Weiterlesen
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- Tag 165
- Dienstag, 28. Februar 2023 um 22:00
- ☁️ 1 °C
- Höhe über NN: 495 ft
FrankreichChaignepain46°10’29” N 0°0’54” W
28.02 Day 165 . . . It’s So Bloody Cold

The sun blazed through the window at 7.30am and woke me - as if I was being interrogated.
The alarm went off at 8am but we snoozed it until 8.30am . . . bloody hell it’s cold this morning. Had we not arranged to meet Gilly and Paul at Lezay market the duvet would have been pulled up under my chin for another good while.
We left at 9.30am for Lezay (having quickly made a required payment to the Notaires re the Safer) - the weather was brilliantly bright and sunny, but the wind was bitter biting cold.
On arrival the market looked busy with customers, but a good few of the normal stalls had not turned up - most likely due to the weather . . I don’t blame them, the thought of standing outside for hours in the cold was not an appealing.
We grabbed three huge garlics, some bread, and some figs on a string. The figs are run through natural strings to help dry them quicker while maintaining a soft texture in the middle of the figs. The strings used are hand woven by farmers using natural herbs and helps to maintain the integrity, bright colour and freshness of the figs for a longer period of time. We then popped into the patisserie for a pain au raisin and a chocolate filled crepe.
We were sat in the coffee shop by 1030am - it was so cold!! Gilly and Paul arrived about 11am as arranged and we spent a couple of hours chatting and drinking.
From Lezay Tre and I took some back roads to Chenay, some that we had not used before, just to do a little exploring - and we drove past the house of course.
Back at home we had some of Teresa’s leek and potato soup with the remains of yesterdays French stick.
I popped out for half an hour to walk the nearby lanes and get some photos in the bright sunshine . . . it was still bitterly cold so I wasn’t out for long. I realised while out that we won’t be living in this little area very much longer - one way or another!
Back indoors I caught up with some penguin write up’s while Tre made enchiladas for dinner.
Admin calls to Insurance companies and some emails exchanged with the Notaries. Still no sign of the signed compromise de vente from the sellers Notaire!!
Dinner eaten and some usual rubbish on the TV and we called it a night. Hope tomorrow we hear from the Notaire re the sellers signing!!Weiterlesen
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- Tag 164
- Montag, 27. Februar 2023 um 22:00
- ⛅ 2 °C
- Höhe über NN: 502 ft
FrankreichChaignepain46°10’29” N 0°0’53” W
27.02 Day 164 . . . Shenanigans & Sign

Again I woke early and then dozed, until I knew Tre was awake. It wasn’t long until we got a call from Kate the estate agent. She informed us that an email had been received the night before from the sellers of the Chenay house wanting to change/delete clauses from the compromise de vente we were supposed to be signing later in the day. The changes weren’t that big an issue, basically around tasks they needed to complete in regard to the chimneys and fosse and wanting to take some garden troughs with them. Tre and I discussed it quickly and called Kate back. All agreed despite a feeling of brinksmanship on final day, when they have had weeks to discuss this. Tre was definitely calmer about the whole thing than me . . . my angry head had appeared. Shenanigans about sums it up!!
We then kicked our heels for the remainder of the morning and then showered and changed to go to Notaire in Ruffec for the signing.. We left at about 2.15pm arriving in Ruffec at 2.50pm for our 3.30 appointment - so task one, find cafe in Ruffec and drink coffee. After coffee we walked to the Notaire and met Kate. Who arrived shortly after us. It wasn’t long before we were ushered in with the Notaire Clerk, but also his wife. The Notaires Clerk then covered at that we had been told this morning by Kate but then added that other changes had been made including requests to take spare roof tiles from a stack in the garden and then the main point - completion date end of May. It was at this point I heard the otherwise and normally very mild mannered and calm Teresa growl next to me. Suffice to say we made our point about the proposed date and how did they need 12 weeks to empty a bloody barn, which had next to nothing in it. So - we said no to May!!. The very lovely Notaires Clerk then called sellers Notaire and within about five minutes the end of April as date had been agreed. Papers then read over, amended and signed. Agreement to pay the Safer to get an expedited reply . . . . and hey voila - 28th April pencilled in as the completion date. It wasn’t long before we were leaving and said goodbye to Kate.
The drive back to Sauze was a little shell shocked, neither of us quite believing we might just get this over the line.
Food (huge fat pork and herb sausages) and drink including a bottle of fizz for a celebratory drinks later were purchased on the way home.
At home we cooked the fat sausages and stuck them in a French stick with some cooked onion for a quick and easy dinner with a glass of fizz, talk about know how to live!!
We then sat and watched the tv drinking fizz, neither of us really watching what was on the screen - both still a little shell shocked. We made arrangements with what will be our first guests at the new place (fingers crossed everything else goes to plan) and hope they behave - Mr & Mrs A’s !! 😂🫣
Then we made an arrangement to meet with Gilly and Paul at Lezay market tomorrow for celebratory hot chocolate.
Bed - with less stressed heads than we have had for many of the past nights.Weiterlesen
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- Tag 162
- Samstag, 25. Februar 2023 um 22:01
- ⛅ 4 °C
- Höhe über NN: 413 ft
FrankreichÉglise Notre-Dame-la-Grande46°34’60” N 0°20’38” E
25.02 Day 162 . . . Photos 01

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- Tag 162
- Samstag, 25. Februar 2023 um 22:00
- ⛅ 4 °C
- Höhe über NN: 387 ft
FrankreichUFR Humanities46°34’59” N 0°20’31” E
25.02 Day 162 . . . Poitiers

Another early wake up at 5am for me and finally back to sleep. We both finally managed to get up at 8.45 and quickly got ready to drive to Poitiers giving breakfast a miss. It took about 50 minutes to get to Poitiers and to after a couple of attempts finally find a parking area which as normal was stupidly cheap and walk towards where we thought the market was. The walk was generally all up hill and was also quite steep, the only positive was that it would be downhill on the way back. On arriving in Market Square just off Pl. Charles de Gaulle we found quite a few stalls, mainly selling local produce, but also a few hot food stalls with varying non French food types and also some typical flea market stalls. There was also a covered indoor market which was busy, with queues identifying the more popular sellers, as we’d seen in most markets we’ve visited. On one of the fish stalls we spotted some lovely tuna steaks which Tre and I have never cooked ourselves before. Keeping to our ‘let’s just try’ mindset since being here we grabbed a couple. Tomorrow will reveal our skill in cooking these.
After grabbing a couple of other bits at the market including the strongest smelling leaks we’ve ever had, we dropped into a cafe for hot drinks and breakfast/lunch. It was very cold when outside, so the cafe was a welcome relief.
After warming ourselves and filling our rumbling tums, we made tracks and headed for the cathedral. We walked generally south east from the cafe and down Rue de la Cathédrale - ahead at the bottom we could see the cathedral.
On arrival we thought Cathédrale Saint-Pierre de Poitiers was closed but we found a small subsequently found to be a side door allowing us entry. The cathedral was silent, more silent than any other church we have been in here. The feeling in the cathedral was totally tranquil. The building as normal was absolutely stunning and we both took our time to wander the different aspects and area within. None of these churches or cathedrals can be described properly - you need to stand in them to admire them fully.
Its construction began in 1162 by Henry II of England and Eleanor of Aquitaine on the ruins of a Roman basilica, and work was well advanced by the end of the 12th century. It is the largest medieval monument in the city of Poitiers.
It is the best known example of a hall church of the Angevin Gothic style. It consists of a nave flanked on either side by two aisles. The nave and aisles are almost equal in height and width, all three of which decrease towards the west, thus enhancing the perspective. Its length is 308 feet (94 m), and the keystone of the central vaulted roof is 89 feet (27 m) above the pavement. The exterior generally has a heavy appearance. The facade, which is broad relative to its height, has unfinished side-towers 105 feet (32 m) and 110 feet (34 m) tall, begun in the 13th century.
Most of the windows of the choir and the transepts preserve their stained glass of the 12th and 13th centuries; the end window, the Crucifixion Window contains the figures of Henry II and Eleanor. It was completed in about 1165, making it one of the earliest stained-glass cathedral windows in France. [1] The choir stalls, carved between 1235 and 1257, are also among the oldest in France.
From the cathedral we walked back towards the market square chancing upon a vinyl store on route, which gave me half an hour of searching in the warm. On route we also saw some lovely brocante shops with numerous little gems that Tre and I are stopping ourselves from buying I til we have a house here.
Back at the market square we entered the church which is under renovation - Église Notre-Dame-la-Grande.
The church was absolutely freezing inside with ‘huff’ appearing from our every breath. The columns inside are painted like a couple of others Tre and I have seen - these are far from common. The stained glass windows in here seemed stunning against the mainly very dark and dower building.
Notre-Dame la Grande is a Roman Catholic church. Having a double status, collegial and parochial, it forms part of the Catholic diocese of Poitiers. The west front adorned with statuary is recognised as a masterpiece of Romanesque religious art. The walls inside the church are painted.
The church is mentioned in the 10th century, under the name of "Sancta Maria Maior", referring to the Romanesque church of the same name. Its position next to the Palace of the Counts of Poitou-Dukes of Aquitaine (current law courts of Poitiers), is certainly significant as from the political point of view, the bishops of Poitiers were barons of Poitou.
The whole of the building was rebuilt in the second half of the 11th century, in the period of High Romanesque, and inaugurated in 1086 by the future Pope Urban II.
The plan of the church is composed of a central nave with aisles according to a frequent plan in Romanesque architecture of Poitou. The interior has the effect of a "church agora" on just one plane. The barrel vault has a slightly flattened silhouette, whereas the aisles are covered with a groined vault. Outside, the aisles were covered with a terrace punt, the roof being reserved for the nave: thus there was the effect of a basilica on two levels. This silhouette disappeared with the Gothic remodelling. A deambulatory with radiating chapels developed around the church which preserved a part of its murals. A crypt of the 11th century, dug a posteriori under the choir, also preserves frescos of the time. The plan does not have transepts, for good reasons: buildings were in the north, and the principal street passes to the south. The Romanesque gate is preserved in part to the south. Cut down by this stage, one found there before the Revolution, an equestrian statue representing Constantine. This statue was the counterpart of another, older statue destroyed by the Huguenots in 1562. It is not known if the identity of the first rider had been the same. Behind this statue, on the ground, a small vault dedicated to Saint Katherine was referred to during the Middle Ages. The bell-tower dates from the 11th century. In the beginning it was much more obvious: the first level is concealed today by the roofs. Located at the site of the crossing, it presents a square base, then over it a circular level of a roof decorated with tiles. This type of roof, frequent in the south-west, was often copied by the architects of the 19th century, in particular Paul Abadie in Angoulême, Périgueux and Bordeaux.
During the second quarter of the 12th century, the old bell-tower-porch which was on the frontage was removed and the church was increased by two spans towards the west. In the south, the turret of a staircase marks the site of this enlargement. It is at that time that the celebrated frontage-screen was built.
In the north, there was a cloister in the 12th century. It was removed in 1857 for the construction of the metal markets. There remains the door (walled up). Three arches supported by columns duplicated with capitals with foliage were re-installed in the court of the university opposite, as was a pillar on the corner.
Private vaults were added to the Romanesque structure during the 15th and 16th centuries. Of Flamboyant Gothic style, they belonged to the middle-class families of the city, who had been merchants since the end of the Middle Ages. The largest was built in the south by Yvon the Insane, Grand Seneschal of Poitou in the 15th century. His tomb was placed there before the Revolution.
On leaving the church we returned down hill to Rox and got the heated fired up to full.
We then drove to Lizant I. Search of a place Tre had seen on Facebook - Lulu’s Brocante.
We finally found it and entered. This was French owned and was a very large house clearance site. Lots of units and outside areas absolutely crammed with everything!!
We spent about 45 minutes wandering the areas before we climbed back into Rox again having stopped ourselves buying anything.
Back to Sauze we popped into SuperU to grab a couple of bits, weirdly a couple more bottles of our favourite Les de Ormes Cambras fell into our basket.
Home we had Turkey loaf and salad and then flopped onto the sofa, having had a fairly busy little day compared to some recently. A little bit of England rugby and some Saturday night TV rounded off our day.
Poitiers, we will be back - your cafe strewn square will be a favourite of our in the summer I am sure.Weiterlesen
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- Tag 143
- Montag, 6. Februar 2023 um 22:00
- 🌙 5 °C
- Höhe über NN: 36 ft
FrankreichLa sevre Niortaise46°19’38” N 0°27’54” W
06.02 Day 143 . . Under A Blood Red Sky

Despite our very late night we were all up at 9am for breakfast. Tre had made sure we had bought most of the stock of croissants and pastries in readiness for this morning - so we all over indulged.
After the very relaxed brekkie we got ourselves ready and headed off to Niort at about lunchtime. Parked up we wandered over to the main bridge to see the river and church set upon the hill.
Eglise Saint-André de Niort is proudly erected on the highest hill of Niort, the church of Pierre-Théophile Segrétain, the first architect of the historical monuments of Deux-Sèvres, gives itself the appearance of a cathedral with its two arrows of 70 meters high.
Present since the 11th century, it experienced the wars of Religion and the Revolution before being entirely rebuilt in the 19th century in the neo-gothic style.
At the end of the seventeenth century, the church of Saint-André was said to be “the most beautiful and largest in the province” and also historically older than Notre-Dame.
During the Revolution, largely destroyed, it was de-adapted and called the ‘Temple of the Mountain’.
In 2015, it was added to the list of Historical Monuments by the same builder as the Church of Saint-Hilaire in Niort.
We then walked many of the backstreets taking in the various styles of architecture and woodworking.
We ended up back near to the main market area and visited Tre and my favourite cafe for a hot drinks. We then went for a further wander before ending up sitting outside in the sunshine for baguettes and another hot drink.
After food we walked back to the car and drive out of the main town and to Decathlon for a little retail therapy. I think I was the only one that bought anything in the end - although we were in there for ages.
We then headed home and stopped in Melle at SuperU for food and drinks. We certainly stocked up well on wine, beer and crisps 😂
On the way home from Melle we could see a fantastic sunset starting and so back at home we dashed to the end of the road to catch the sunset in all its glory. The sky was almost red, but actually remained a very intense burnt orange for as far as could be seen. After taking far too many photos we returned home, unloaded the car and sat down for our lasagne that Tre had prepped yesterday. An apple tart with cream from SuperU was the only way to go for pud, washed down with some wine.
We spent the evening chatting and finishing more wine and undertook our first attempt at an impromptu music quiz - which definitely needs some more rules set in any future games.
We called it a day at about 11pm as we were up early for market tomorrow.
Then we two scorched the earth - set fire to the sky
We stooped so low to reach so high
A link is lost - the chain undone
We wait all day for night to come
And it comes like a hunter, child.Weiterlesen
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- Tag 142
- Sonntag, 5. Februar 2023 um 22:00
- 🌙 5 °C
- Höhe über NN: 505 ft
FrankreichChaignepain46°10’46” N 0°0’33” W
05.02 Day 142 . . . Loz & Pete Arrive

For once we were up fairly early - Tre was on a mission to make the place look lovely for the arrival of Loz and Pete. Un-made spare beds were made and rooms generally de-cluttered of some of our clothes.
Tre then prepped a lasagne for tomorrow - getting ahead of the game, while I finally ordered us a printer . . . been meaning to do this for weeks.
Once the place was to Teresa’s pleasure, we sat to watch a couple of episodes of The Killing before having a late lunch of roast chicken, cauliflower cheese and roast pots.
We knew Loz and Pete wouldn’t arrive I til very late due to flight times and then collecting and driving up to us. So the afternoon and early evening drifted by with us generally kicking our heels watching further episodes of The Killing followed by 2hrs of Vera!! Basically we were watching anything to keep us awake.
We got a message from Loz that the flight had been delayed about an hour, so their time with us was going to be about 1am.
Rubbish Tv continued Wikipedia watching Loz and Pete’s progress on the WhatsApp tracker.
After a few last minute calls to direct them in to us, we met them both in the car park at just gone 1am.
Indoors we sat and chatted and broke out some celebratory drinks - just a few, ok more than a few before we finally all hit our beds at just gone 4am.
Am guessing we will have a lay in - wishful thinking I’m thinking 😂Weiterlesen
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- Tag 141
- Samstag, 4. Februar 2023 um 13:20
- ☁️ 10 °C
- Höhe über NN: 469 ft
FrankreichSauzé-Vaussais46°8’12” N 0°5’58” E
04.02 Day 141 . . . The Lemon Tree

Having dragged ourselves out of bed and got ready, we sorted our ourselves ready for a trip to SuperU to get supplies for Lauren and Pete’s visit as of Sunday.
We took the back roads to Sauze and found no sight of the Chasse - first time ever on this road on a Saturday.
As we entered into Sauze, Tre mentioned that a cafe we had never been to was open. Not sure why we had never been in before, maybe as it always seemed to be shut. The thought of an English bacon sandwich overtook us and I quickly turned Rox around to go and park up. Bacon is something you can’t find out here easily.
The Lemon Tree - Salon De Thé is on one of the main roads running through Sauze and is run by an English couple who have been running it for 18yrs. Having served us up fantastic bacon in baguette each, mine with an egg as well . . . We got into conversation with them about life in general in and around Sauze. We spent over an hour in the cafe eating, drinking and chatting . . . and meeting Lucky the black resident cat. Tre also bought a jar of honey sold in the cafe made by a local guy. Weirdly Tre and I had only been talking about my bee keeping ambitions on the drive over.
We said our goodbyes and drove to SuperU having a catch up call with my mum on route. Mum and Dad are due out here beginning of March - so things still need sorting for them.
We drifted around SuperU taking in anything we hadn’t seen previously, we had a list but we never seem to use it I til we’ve done a complete circuit of the shop. We grabbed all the bits we needed for Loz and Pete’s arrival and were only interrupted once, when we bumped into the owners of the Lemon Tree, who had closed up sometime after we had left and were now shopping themselves. . . we have new buddies in Sauze!! I don’t think they could believe we were still in there having left them when we did. We did also pick up another four bottles of the ‘Les Ormes De Cambras - Cabernet Sauvignon Pays D’Oc 2021’ we had a few nights ago, still at just over a euro as on offer 🤭
We drove back through the back lanes and there they were - the chasse were on a normal chasse road, all up high in the viewing stations 😂
We took some new roads towards home and then decided to check out a route to Gournay we have never taken. I don’t know how, but Tre noticed some deer in a field that the chasse would have been proud of - so tucked down in the green of the farmers field, that only their heads and ears were visible. We found Gournay and then checked out a house we very nearly bought. Apparently it is now bought, but it still looked decidedly empty and unloved.
Homeward bound, checking out the deer who were still in residence in the farmers field. We unpacked Rox, I did a bit of Penguins update waiting on the Rugby to start, while Tre did the rubbish and bottle recycling run.
The Rugby was very entertaining but not the result England wanted.
Tre had made a fab lardon, onion and chilli omelette for dinner, with a little salad. We found a salad dressing the other day which I love - so had lashings of that all over.
We sat and watched some rubbish TV and a couple of episodes of the The Killing Series 3 on iPlayer before calling it a night.
Loz and Pete arrive tomorrow 😎Weiterlesen
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- Tag 140
- Freitag, 3. Februar 2023 um 22:00
- 🌙 3 °C
- Höhe über NN: 502 ft
FrankreichChaignepain46°10’29” N 0°0’53” W
03.02 Day 140 . . . A Real Nothing Day

Well - nothing to report today. We both simply pottered around the Gite doing some bits and pieces. Some stuff on the web admin wise and some rubbish social stuff.
A whole day with nothing really to report - oh yeah both of us had a snooze in front of the fire and I did a lot of catch up on Penguins.
Tre went to bed fairly early and I sat eating sweets watching 3 lame episodes of NCIS until I could take no more - and so to bed.
Oh yeah I won some pennies on the Premium Bonds 😂Weiterlesen
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- Tag 139
- Donnerstag, 2. Februar 2023 um 22:00
- Höhe über NN: 502 ft
FrankreichChaignepain46°10’29” N 0°0’53” W
02.02 Day 139 . . . Visitors

Today we had visitors coming, Gilly and Paul were popping over for coffee at around 11am. As a result we weren’t late getting up as all the required tidying was required . . . not that there really was any with just the two of us banging around in here. Anyhow the place was shipshape and newly acquired biscuits were sitting waiting to be broken out.
Gilly and Paul arrived just after 11am and the weather was kind on us. A brief break from the chill and the sun coming out meant we could sit outside on the terrace and lap up the first flirting glimpse of Spring . . .maybe a bit early to be saying that.
We sat and chatted for a couple of hours, always handy to speak to people that have been here a while - just to get some tips on things to do, things we might need to be doing to make our adventure here as good as it can be. The guys finally decided to make a move and we said our goodbyes . . the sun still out but now a little colder.
Tre and I had some lunch - soup and some other nibbles . . . and some remaining biscuits.
I’ve been meaning to try growing some seeds for a while, some sunflower seeds we rescued from plants a good few weeks ago, the chilli seeds that we found and purchased yesterday and I thought I’d try a garlic clove as well. Tre was not convinced we would achieve much of a result as its not to sunny at the moment and it is still quite cold - even in the Gite at times due to its stone build.
Anyway I ran outside and liberated some small stone from the car parking area, and together with some soil I acquired from a field on Sunday we made a base layer in two pots. I’d also seen a thing on Facebook/instagram ‘whatever’ to use loo roll inners as seed pots - so I thought we’d give that a go. As a result we have four chilli tubes, three sunflower tubes and a garlic tube . . . fingers crossed I will be swamped in chillis by June.
We spent the rest of the day knocking around the Gite, doing odds and sods and Tre cooking dinner . . . . once we spoke to Hannah to get the gas bottle changed that is. Pork steaks in a provencal marinade. I also put together a playlist requested by Mr Annals, which took me a good while and as a consequence made me listen to some tracks I’d not heard in a long time, which was cool.
Due to the delay in gas availability dinner was a little delayed and by the time it had cooked and we had eaten, the evening was about done. We had in the mean time opened the second bottle that we had bought the other day - another numbered bottle as Tre had discovered . . . this time however we had ‘Les Ormes De Cambras - Cabernet Sauvignon Pays D’Oc 2021’ Cuvée Réservée 062164 . . . and if it could be it was -was better than the other one being the Merlot. If we see these on the shelves again we will be getting some whatever the price. The evening finished with a little TV before we slipped off to bed.Weiterlesen
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- Tag 138
- Mittwoch, 1. Februar 2023 um 22:00
- ☁️ 4 °C
- Höhe über NN: 502 ft
FrankreichChaignepain46°10’27” N 0°0’53” W
01.02 Day 138 . . . Ruffec

We both got for breakfast, ringing the changes again with scrambled egg on toast - having time on your side does allow you to pamper yourselves with breakfast choice . . . no more grabbed slice of toast running for the door. Weirdly however I was feeling rough again . . . headache and feeling nauseous. I put it down to too much sleep over the past couple of days and decided that I needed to give myself a kick up the backside and crack on.
I messaged Warren about the diagnostic gadgets arrival and he immediately called me. So fleece on and gadget in hand (the diagnostic gadget) it was outside to Roxvanne. Actually it wasn’t too cold at all and after attaching the gadget to Rox’s inner parts Warren was able to give me the good news. There was an issue but not anything to worry about for a while. Something to fix when back in the UK. So using my new gadget I cleared all the fault lights on Rox’s dashboard and returned to the warm. Warren is a Legend!!
Tre had some bits and pieces to do and so I swallowed a couple of French Elephant Paracetamol and grabbed a couple of hours snooze to try and clear the headache.
At about 2pm we ventured out as the weather was lovely and drove to Ruffec - somewhere we have been through a number of times but never stopped. We parked up and walked the main shopping streets. One thing you do notice here is that no two villages or towns have the same shops, its only on the outskirts you occasionally find a well known supermarket or a very rare McDonalds.
Into a patisserie we popped and I had the most gigantic mille feuile - I should have cut it in two and had half the next day . . . . nah, it was lush.
Following our patisserie stop we drove to a nearby Leclerc to grab some bits for Gilly and Paul visiting tomorrow, I also found a very peppered sausage which looked too good to ignore.
From here a visit to a very new built Lidl on the outskirts of the town - just so I could attempt to buy some chilli seeds. Success - Birds Eye Chilli seeds x3 packets acquired.
We then headed home and found ourselves eventually on ‘The road to nowhere’. Tre has fairly often mentioned a church near to where we are staying, but that we’ve never driven past on any of our trips out - so this time as the weather was lovely with a milky sky, it seemed a good time to try and find it. It transpired it was the church in Les Alleuds, the Église Notre-Dame, ancienne abbatiale de Les-Alleuds (Notre-Dame church, former abbey church of Les Alleuds) - the next hamlet to where we are living. It was quite a large and impressive church for such a small hamlet and had an outside staircase leading underground, which we couldn’t explore. The church was shut and so we admired from outside.
Once home we again had a nibbles tea of cheese and bread and of course the pepper sausage.
The evening once again passed with some TV and lots of nattering.
I still felt a little rough when going to bed - maybe this time it was a mix of mille feuille and pepper sausage that was the cause.Weiterlesen
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- Tag 137
- Dienstag, 31. Januar 2023 um 22:00
- ☁️ 4 °C
- Höhe über NN: 472 ft
FrankreichChenay46°9’20” N 0°5’58” E
31.01 Day 137 . . . Chenay Once More

I woke this morning and then fell straight back to sleep until nearly 10am - I slept all day yesterday, how is this happening?
We both hopped up and got ourselves ready as we were visiting the house at Chenay again today - I even had a face scrape!!
During this period of readiness I got a message to say the diagnostic gizmo for the car had been delivered - will need to sort that later on our return.
We were at the house at Chenay at just gone 1.30pm awaiting the estate agent who was due at 2pm. We said our hello’s to the resident neighbours cats and had a look over the gate and then a walk down the lane. All seemed as we last saw it.
The Estate agent arrived at 2pm and as previously had forgotten the code for the padlock on the gate . . .something about the 3 P’s springs to mind.
Finally in we took a slow walk around the house together trying to check as many things as we could, things we had put on a list before driving here today. We wandered on numerous occasions from that list to look at bits and pieces we hadn’t included on the list. State of woodwork we knew needed attention, how old was the log burner stove, did the chimney on the bread oven even exist as a chimney, did the bathroom have any form of extraction . . . really not too exciting to most but to us little gems of knowledge.
The beams upstairs didn’t seem so low this time which pleased me and the barn had been semi cleared . . . well a little anyway. We drew up a list with the estate agent of things we might be interested in if free and left, things we might consider buying and things we really wanted shipped out before we arrived . . . if all goes to plan.
A spin into the hanger and a walk around the outside and garden to add to the list and we were done - probably about an hour. The estate agent made it clear in actions if not words that she needed to leave - we got the hint. After her departure we stayed a while to chat and say goodbye to the cats.
We drove home via Maire Levescault to see if the cafe was open - it wasn’t, so we trundled for home.
On route we had to pull over on ‘The road to nowhere’ to let a convoy through bringing even more turbine blades to somewhere - hopefully not too near here as we do seem to have quite a few already.
At home we had cheese and crackers whilst emailing the bank re change of address details. Hannah also delivered the diagnostic gizmo, so I will call Warren tomorrow.
I then had a sort out of some tool boxes, so that I could free a plastic box up for my seed sewing experiment - it took a bit longer than expected.
Tre had put chicken into marinade yesterday, so that made an appearance for our evening meal and it was fab - chicken peppers, onion, garlic and chilli - what could be more perfect.
We watched a bit of tatt TV before finding Saving Private Ryan on film 4 +1. The only problem was it being +1 and us being an hour ahead of UK TV meant it was gonna be a late finish. Having had so much sleep over the last couple of days I managed to see it through, but Tre gave up and retired to bed before they’d even found him, let alone try to get him home.
SPOILER ALERT - PRIVATE RYAN MAKES IT HOME.Weiterlesen

Simon and Jackie AnnalsI don’t think you need to worry about the upstairs beams!!
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- Tag 136
- Montag, 30. Januar 2023 um 22:00
- ☁️ 3 °C
- Höhe über NN: 502 ft
FrankreichChaignepain46°10’29” N 0°0’53” W
30.01 Day 136 . . . Sick Note

Today was not a good day and very little to tell. I had woken at 9am and from the get go felt rubbish. I couldn’t even describe to Tre why or what it was that was making me feel unwell - I just felt unwell and tired. Tre told me to stick my head back into the pillow and see how I felt later. I did exactly that and when I did wake up . . . at 4pm, I did feel somewhat better.
Tre had been pottering around the house apparently, trying not to wake me - just getting on with stuff . . . washing, dinner prep and getting back to reading her book - the one she had started in September when we first arrived.
I sat with Tre for a while before managing to have some of the dinner that she had sorted for us whilst Id been asleep. Following that we watched a very little bit of TV before I was back in bed and back in the land of Zzzzzz’s.
I’d hardly been awake at all during the day - hopefully tomorrow will be better.
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