Posted by: kathandroger | September 4, 2016

Garden tales, broken bones and boys.

This year our sweetcorn in the garden was looking lovely, almost ripe for eating. I was not pleased to find it looking like this.IMG_3511But who was the culprit? None of the other crops had been touched, and there were no footprints to be seen. The goat has never jumped the fence into the vegetable garden, and surely no birds could have done such damage. Deer were a possibility, but since the patch is well watered we would have expected to see some prints. The same thing happened the next night, although we did manage to rescue a few cobs for the barbeque-they were delicious! Our red squirrels were a possibility, and we have had the wild boar in the field, but the latter would surely have made even more mess. The next morning, before daylight, my daughter and her family left for the ferry. I took the opportunity to creep into the potager. Nothing, but then a snuffling sound from the bushes. The torch then lit up the guilty intruder, brock the Badger. He was soon off, but to this day I am not sure how he gets in; the sheep fencing all around does not look to have been breached, and maybe he gets in by pushing against the gate. Last night we found lots of these little holes in the grass paths.IMG_3534 (2)I suspect it is the same beast looking for worms. We do like old brock, and would do nothing to harm him. The badger is apparently a protected species in France. How different to the wholesale and probably senseless slaughter of the poor animals in the UK.

The grandsons and parents have left for home and the house is quieter. It was a bit hot for one year olds and they were only happy in the swimming pool. Their aquatic ability is not yet sufficient for independence however, and it was not until the last day that the solution was found-Ikea washing baskets filled with water.IMG_3515

But this last week has not all been fun. The wife, taking a short break in the Lake District, managed to fall off her mountain bike and broke her arm. Having driven herself back to Manchester Airport, she could not manage the gear change on the left hand drive car we have here (it is the right arm), and so I drove her back home via the local casualty department. The next day her break was fixed, and she will be in plaster for at least six weeks. Poor girl, but poor old fella also, with all that ironing and washing to do for the gites. No problem, an email to her English class and volunteers from the local community were soon on hand.IMG_3532I have always said that the best thing about France has been the French and this support shows what I mean. Not that Kath has been left off her duties, with the help of my old sack trucks and with one hand, the washing can still be done.IMG_3528 (2)You can’t stop a woman from doing the things she loves!


  1. Sent from my iPad Loved the pictures of the children and the ladies from the English class and. Katherine with the washing on the trolley!Interesting blog! M and D X


  2. Sorry to hear about Kath’s arm. This kind of thing never happens when it’s convenient!

  3. Kath… “set well goon”… anagram!

  4. Roger… when I was in forestry, one of the first things I learnt was to make badger gates for fences…
    this was not because of any altruistic reason…
    badger will happily destroy a fence if it crosses their path!
    They will get in anywhere and are also pretty adept climbers… dry stone walls are no barrier… you will often see tunnels built at the base of a wall to avoid damage to the top!!
    So…honestly, now your sweetcorn has been “found”…
    it is finished, so to speak!

  5. Matt has just sent me the link to your blog which I am finding compulsive reading!
    Glad to hear you solved the mystery of the eaten cob. Let’s hope Brock and his family don’t decide to take up residence. I am sure your potager holds many attractions for them!

    We really enjoyed your corner of France and I would have liked more time to explore and cycle in the lovely countryside with it’s traffic free well surfaced lanes and courteous drivers.

    We found Descartes the archetypal small French town with it’s beautifully kept public park, sadly becoming increasingly rare in the UK. In fact the town is well worth a visit for the park alone with it’s position by the Cruese and freshly raked paths.

    Your “complex” was a delight and will be remembered for a long time in our family, not least because it was where Alice (granddaughter) first swam and fed her first goat (moins-dix)!

    Oh and l hope you’re back on the bike really soon Kathy.

    Best wishes John & Linda

    • Glad you’re enjoying it! And we are so pleased you enjoyed the area. we love sharing La Belardiere with our guests and helping them discover what we feel is a special little corner of Europe. How did Ventoux go? I’ll be back on the static bike in a few days… thanks for the good wishes..

  6. Ouch! Hope the arm heals soon, but it is heartening to see how friends rally round in times of need.

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