Thursday, 25 September 2014

Here are a few images of today and yesterday. The ring of yellow flowers were a gift from a neighbour. The below image is someone that crept in the garden at the end of August and is still here.

I have discovered that my back is a bit crooked (apparently it's quite common, and especially among gardener's and dancers who can push themselves beyond normal activity). So in light of new findings I am not gardening in such a voracious way. I have, however, this sweet sunny terrace that I am putting a bit of work into. It was an old rubbish tip so there is all sorts of broken pieces of china, bottles and clay pottery. It can be a bit dry so I am putting herbs and lavender things that thrive in poor soils with good drainage. 

I am slowly clearing out some of our outbuildings. In France, especially here, it is normal to have all these buildings.  Unbelievable if you have tried to acquire property in the UK recently. We don't really use these buildings and we have to regularly carry out repairs just to keep them from falling down. The thing is now I am doing regular trips to the tip I realise the French have the most wonderful junk. It actually hurts to see what everyone throws away. 

I spotted this shop for sale this morning. I've no idea how much it is, isn't it lovely!! That fireplace too. 

I think this is the back of the shop for sale, beside a hairdresser's.

A newly spotted waterway in the street called Rue Chaud.

A Vendre with those Beef Eye 'L'oeil de beouf' windows. 

 The building here with the roof tiles has been empty along time. There are cats living there.


  1. Lovely little cat. The buildings are incredible. Are you fluent in French? Just a feast for the eyes...

  2. Unfortunately Lois it's taken me a while to learn French. I live in a village that, although is not so quiet these days, has about 11 houses not always occupied. I have many Dutch friends who speak better English than French. I keep a dictionary with me and I learn words as and when I need them. I had to have an X ray recently and visit my doctor so I had to learn words for that. The trouble is conversational French is different from anything you learn in school. This week I came across the word Ponché meaning scatter like you would with cushions, not the easiest word to slip into conversation when your neighbour is wondering how the garden is doing!! The kitty is so much fun.