Posted by: kathandroger | May 12, 2019

Bits and Pieces.

It is  a funny old time of the year. It should be hot and socks off time, but my shorts are still in the wardrobe, and the heating in the house is still being used intermittently. Because of the broken arm the garden has been delayed and the tomatoes are still being confined to the greenhouse, with bulging roots that are trying to break their way out of the pots. But Kath has planted lots of roots, and I managed one arm onion and shallot insertion a few days ago. Loads of pretty flowers have been purchased and our courtyard is looking pretty again after the ravages of the wind and rain.

We have a large garden to look after, which is not always fun. But there are always bigger and more impressive sites around us.IMG_0666 (2)This magnificent gate is at the entrance to one of the minor chateaux locally. We have walked by it several times over the past weeks, and it seems to be nearing completion. All the ironwork is hand made, and it will be an impressive way to enter the building which can just be seen in the background. God knows how much it costs, and he’s not telling. I must be getting a bit more left wing in my old age, but I reckon the amount paid for this extravagance would go a long way to buying a house for a hard up young couple.

The walks with the two clubs have been lovely the last few weeks. It means we can see in detail some of the other villages around, and walking means frequent stops to admire the scenery, which certainly does not happen with the bike rides. St Sauveur is a local village we visited last week.IMG_0672 (2)Lots of lovely old buildings and a local commune which obviously likes to look after its flower beds. Well done. I have no idea where we walked around the village, but the local wild flowers are at their peak now, and thanks to our local botanist, Susan, my frail knowledge was regularly refreshed.IMG_0674 (2)We noticed several clumps of this Solomon’s Seal, which I have not seen locally before. An interesting plant which we used to have in Dorset in the UK, and which was known as “sows tits” because the flowers on opening look like the underside of a lady pig. I love pigs and this plant will now be one of my local favourites!

But another great difference between the UK and here is the lack of fencing around the fields. I guess the pressure on agriculture is not so great, and there are less animals to be confined. But it also means that there are less hedges than at home with all the contained wildlife. IMG_0678Having said that it has been a pleasure to hear several nightingales warbling away locally; they are apparently now rare in Britain.

Back to village life. Yesterday was spent erecting tents for todays flower festival in Le Grand Pressigny. Lots of people with no experience trying to fit together frames and covers and usually doing it wrong the first time, but getting it right in the end. The village has a large English speaking population, and the mixture of anglo and French cussing was a joy to behold. But before we could start our efforts, a local car group had to finish their lunch before driving off.IMG_0680 (2)And all the cars were English! It took me back to my prime, when I owned a few MG’s over the years, and wished I had kept them. Though on reflection they were all noisy, thirsty and slow by modern standards, and it is better to see other people making expensive efforts to keep them in good shape. I prefer by little rust resistant kit car!

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