After four weeks, I am ready to offer up another blog helping. However, as I have been busy writing my blockbusting novel from dawn until dust these past weeks, this is a purely pictorial entry with some witty captions.
This is the well. It’s goes deep. Very deep. I dropped a stone in it last week and it hasn’t hit the bottom yet. It’s the only thing about the place that gives me the willies.
This is the back of the house. A few years ago, the house sitters looking after the property tore down all the ivy and then enthusiastically informed the owners what a good job they had done.
If you live in a big city like I did last year, you may confuse this with a layer of smog. It’s actually real mist rising up from the Vienne river at about seven-thirty in the morning. I see this from my window every morning. Last year I saw a column of drainpipes.
Those are elderberries. We made jam from them about four weeks ago. It tastes a bit weird, like boiled down dry sherry. But apparently it’s incredibly good for you so I keep eating it with my morning toast. Which is lucky as we have twenty jars of it…
Finally, this is the front of the house. Beautiful ornamental trees, a horse chestnut to the left, trees of heaven, larch and cedar. It would have been a great photo if some strange man hadn’t walked into the shot at the last moment.
The Pond bone dry that you can play your guitar in and pretend to be at Pompeii
This is the vegetable plot. To get some of these weeds out I had to bury down to China, borrow a scythe from a local in Guangdong province and hack the damn thing back to France. The guy standing there motionless is me – if you hadn’t already guessed.
This is the best wood pile ever chopped. It’s not the biggest admittedly but it has ten varieties of wood in it: oak, ash, larch, pear, apple, beech, walnut, hazel, birch, ply. It’s the wood equivalent of a Christmas selection box.
This is the boar pit that filled with water on Sunday night after a storm. No one has ever seen the boar. But it’s there. Somewhere.
The Doll’s House. The roof opens out on a giant hinge inverting it so that it rests on the two chimneys creating a giant swimming pool for use in summer.
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Lovely photos, even like the natives! Elderberries are an aquired taste much improved by adding other hedgerow fruits anything will do. Have been doing it for ….too long and its always a favorite. Dont forget the prunelle a l’eau de vie. Famtastic for colds! All the best
Claudine Ps could you come to familly week? Even if only Once please.
Lovely photos, even like the natives! Elderberries are an aquired taste much improved by adding other hedgerow fruits anything will do. Have been doing it for ….too long and its always a favorite. Dont forget the prunelle a l’eau de vie. Famtastic for colds! All the best
Claudine Ps could you come to familly week? Even if only Once please.
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