Posted by: kathandroger | August 16, 2016

Car rally and lost eggs.

For the past few years we have intended to participate in the local old car rally in the nearby village of Lesigny. This year we made it! Friend Paul had finally managed to get his old Mercedes registered in France, so with Kath in her pristine 2CV4 and me in the old banger, we met up at what seemed like dawn, but was in fact 9am. I did have a problem finding my car in the garage though. The Ivy has grown like wildfire this summer and completely covered the gates-IMG_3488But I finally found the doors and the old girl. IMG_3489Kath had lovingly washed and brushed her pride and joy for the event, but my car is so battered and bruised now that it was not worth the effort. The dog is scared of the car because it is so noisy, but we managed to drag her into the photo.IMG_3491We had no idea what a huge event we were entering. The village is a typical small community of about 500 people, and normally  the streets are empty. Not today. The brocante attracted hundreds of stalls all selling the local bits and pieces, and we had entered the village on the wrong side and had to make our way through hoards of the early arriving buyers. Typically, the day started with the aperos and pate and we all wandered about admiring the old cars; about 250 turned up and the local drive around the countryside, which was planned for 10am finally took off about 11. It is amazing how what seems empty villages and countryside suddenly fills up with all and sundry when there is an event on. The procession was naturally hampered by the slow speed of the oldest cars, but it meant that all the hundreds of onlookers could be acknowledged and waved back to. Pal Ian, in the passenger seat, did a good impression of passing royalty in waving left and right, high and low, to villagers who seemed to be watching from every house we passed. A stop was made in the nearby village of Leugny where we had to have some more drinks and snacks and general car chat. Not too many cars broke down on the trip of about 40km. and we were back at the event in time for lunch. We didn’t meet any more Brits and the event, and it was only us and a few others who took advantage of the hot dog stall. The French had all brought their four course lunches with them and joined us under the shade of the trees in the dining area by the river. Altogether a lovely day in brilliant sunshine, and hats off to the organisers of the event. Apparently it had taken six of the ladies three days to make all the jars of pate!

The chickens have not been producing many eggs recently. I know most of them are old girls past their prime (no, I am not talking about my ladyfriends!), but we should have had more than one or two a day. I was watering our lovely Abutilon yesterday when I found the answer.IMG_3487

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