Posted by: kathandroger | October 16, 2016

Squashed and squash.

I have just come back from the UK. What a contrast between the almost empty autoroutes and the density of traffic in England. The ferry arrived in the evening rush hour, and it really is no problem to drive on the other side of the road when cars are nose to tail. My lovely French lady on the sat navigation has problems with her pronunciation of the English towns, and I was perplexed looking for “rangro” until I realised that she meant the ringroad! Eventually we arrived at Frome, where the younger daughter lives, and met up with the elder who had come over from Australia. A jolly few days were passed, in local pubs, demolition yards, and the local town, and lots of booze consumed when one of the sons turned up. But how squashed everyone is in the UK. Even in the pubs, in the middle of nowhere, there seemed to be people everywhere. On return to Portsmouth I stupidly decided to follow the advice of my Satnav lady and ended up in traffic queues again, squashed into endless trails of traffic. Apart from booking myself on the wrong ferry, all went well, and the liberation of again travelling on the French roads was wonderful. We only realise how dense the population is in the UK after living here.

Our own squash has been harvested today, and it only seems like a month ago that we were doing the same thing last year. I love how nature can behave in unpredictable ways; we only sowed some potimarron and butternut seeds, but this is what was produced.img_3560-2Not nearly as many as last year, but they should last us through the winter. I usually keep some of the seeds, so maybe I kept the wrong ones!

Sadly October has been notable for the demise of our chicken and it is my unpleasant task to kill and butcher our lambs soon. But we were both really sad to see one of our lovely red squirrels squashed by a passing motorist yesterday. It used to run along the top of our boundary wall, much to the delight of our guests, and to the irritation of the dog.img_3563-2

Poor little thing, but it was instantaneous and it was well and truly squashed.


  1. Squash can throw up some funny things sometimes Rog, I brought back some butternut seeds from South Africa a few years ago and when they grew I had a nice lot but one of them was about the size of a football and green,don’t know why as the seeds came from just one butternut which we had eaten in SA. Shame about the poor old squirrel.

  2. It’s not just the traffic that makes me feel squashed when we are in the UK. People are so loud, competing for the attention of their mates and strangers, shouting across the street and in supermarkets, shouting at the kids, falling out in public.
    People barge their way around in typical “me first” manner, all pushing and shoving to be heard, be seen or get there first.
    It’s like living in Eastenders.
    A couple of weeks in the UK works wonders for my appreciation of our little haven of peace and quiet here!

    • Jean I agree entirely! If I had to summarize in one word my problem with the UK it would be “attitude”-maybe it is the same here and we don’t notice, but i like to think that the French have a more pleasing attitude to life.

  3. Poor little squirrel…
    but they evolved in a world where the fastest thing was, probably, a hoofed animal…
    still, it will be food for other creatures… such is life’s supermarket.

    But how squashed everyone is in the UK.“…
    Rodger, I wonder if, because so many people holiday on the Continent…
    the illusion of a crowded UK is created by uncrowded rural holidays and a return to the crowded, loud towns of Engerland!
    Scots and Welsh don’t really have such a problem… nothing much lives there but wildlife!
    I’m sure that the French cities must seem as crowded to those who have to live there.

    We’ve got 26 Crown Prince squash this year… what!?
    Only one potimarron…and ten butternuts…
    though, we only planted three Crown Prince… even at their best, that should have given us twelve fruit…. errr?
    Must’ve been the long, sunny Summer….

    • What are you going to do with all that squash-I’m not sure the desiccator or the press will be of any use. Things like that though really are the pleasure of gardening!

      • We will eat a lot of it simply roasted, as a change from potato…
        some will certainly get made into pumpkin preserve with butter…
        now one of our favourites… fresh white baguette and the conserve…no need for butter, it has plenty in there!!
        Never tried dehydrating pumpkin… but I think I might try dehydrating some of the preserve as a “fruit leather”.
        But, the Crown Princes can keep for over twelve months.
        Pumpkin gnocci are good, too…as is the ravioli…
        but, because of the chestnutty flavour, that simple roast pumpkin is probably the tops!

  4. Hey Daddy Rog! – did it – read your blog! Lovely to read about your adventures, Im sad about the squirrel and the cherry tree to! Great to see you in the UK. Good luck with lamb death…..Love Mare xxx

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