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Welcome to our market!

Thursday, May 17th, 2012

I’m not often here on a Thursday, which is when it is the St Just market; usually I’m down in Clermont Ferrand, working hard! But today, as it’s a Jour Ferié – bank holiday for the Fete de l’Ascension – I’m able to spend a little more time browsing. As we’re trying to save money – or, at least, not spend it unnecessarily – I didn’t buy much, but I did take some photos. The stall holders thought I was nuts, which was iobvious from theirbemused grins,so in the end, I took some shots from our balcony. Even then, I caught the eye of one bloke, who looked at me questioningly!

Taken from our bedroom window, you can see part of the market. It stretches down the road to the left and then round the corner, but here there are some of the stalls that we have – a boulangerie van, the oil cloth seller, and the Mercerie (haberdashery) stall. There’s a goat cheese stand (and a cows’ cheese stand out of shot) and a large vegetable stall too.

At the moment there are also a couple of flower stalls. I bought 5 plants from this gentleman’s display. I have no idea what they are, but they are for hanging baskets and are pink and purple. I think some are petunias, but I’m not sure! I planted some seedlings and some bulbs on Sunday, but it was too early – the Ice Saints hadn’t finished and there was a ground frost on Sunday night which did for my seedlings. Never mind! I’d kept some indoors so I’m hoping they might grow into something. Anyway, back to the market.

As well as the two flower sellers, there is an older guy selling ready-to-plant vegetable plants – leeks, carrots, salad greens, beetroot etc. I thought he was a small local chappie selling off his surplus produce, all soil encrusted and artisanal, until I came across his huge van full of crates of plants. Not such a small-scale operation after all!

The roast-chicken-and-pizza van always smells delicious! You can see the stall holder tending his rotisserie, which has potatoes roasting in the chicken fat below. The chickens are very popular, but I’ve never bought one myself – I don’t know if they’re free range, so I’m disinclined to buy one. His pizzas look good too, and they’re cheaper than next door (although not as cheap as a supermarket or a handmade one!) But neither chicken fat roast potatoes nor pizzas are good for our Healthy Eating lark!

This is the Organic produce van  – taken from our balcony, so it’s hiding behind the greenery a bit! He’s quite a newcomer to the market, and has only been here for about three months or so. Usually, I see him setting up as I go to work. My friend Danièle uses him quite a bit, as does Clare, but I’m not so bothered about organic produce so generally I’m afraid I go to Lidl! He is building up a small clientele however, so I think he may be a “stayer”. You can go into his van which is fitted out like a tiny supermarket!

We have a couple of mattress and bed sellers who arrive in big white vans, man handle theier mattresses out and then manhandle their mattresses back in again. I’m not sure who buys a bed from the market, but still…people must do so! One of them also sells dining chairs and reweaves the seats of broken ones. I took this photo as I liked the design of the chairs…30€ each seems a bit steep though

There are clothes stalls, of course, selling the usual fleeces, T-shirts, leggings and so on, but there are also a couple of “fashion” stalls, selling more flouncy items. These are what Alison and I have named “PISP” clothes – it stands for “Pockets In Strange Places” and refers to the very “French” style of clothing such as

(PISP – right on the hip! That wouldn’t be slimming now, would it?) plus odd bits of stitching. I can’t find some perfect examples of PISP but maybe you get the idea.

There’s a shoe stall. These are leather shoes at 20€ a pair. Very tempting, if I could persuade myself I needed another pair of shoes. But I know I don’t!

(Rubbish photo! Sorry!)

Along the street, there’s a fishmonger, a cheese van, and a couple more vegetable stands too. The 1€ stall was packing up as I arrived (11.15) so I don’t know what she was selling, but I’m sure there was nothing there I really wanted!I’m often tempted by the Artisan Saucisson stall – dried sausages. He has some amazing flavours, including blueberries, nuts and pepper-encrusted saucissons. He also sells them made with wild boar meat and (eep!) donkey meat too. I’m not tempted by the donkey saucissons, I have to admit!

On this stall there were some beautiful quilts

I don’t think they were handmade but all the same they were very lovely. We don’t need a quilt, so I wasn’t that tempted but I certainly admired them.

So there you are! Our little St Just market.

Mr D is considerig the possibility of a market stall, not just here in St Just but around the area, selling computer/ gadgety things. He’d then be on hand if people needed computer repairs as well. I like the idea and think it could work, but equally I think it would be quite hard work for him. However, he’s also done a mail shot to over 40 gites/chambres d’hotes in the area who don’t have websites, offering to design sites for them. He’s had one request for a quote, so we’re hopeful. It’s unbelievable that in this electronic age, there are so many tourist orientated places that don’t have their own sites: they seem to rely on being on the Gites de France site, but personally speaking, I wouldn’t book a place without being able to see more than the couple of photos that are provided on the GdF site.  And of course, having your own site opens your clientele out beyond the GdF searchers. Fingers crossed that he gets some work from it- I think he’d prefer to be at home in front of the PC than out in the cold and rain lugging supplies to and from a market stall!!!

Anyway, I’m off to cook the two merguez sausages that I DID buy this morning. Not very Healthy Eating…but there’s only one each. With vegetable and lentil soup I don’t think it’s too unhealthy! I also bought some cherries. The first of the season! Nom-nom!



Delving into the Archives No.1

Thursday, March 1st, 2012

So, it’s mid week and I don’t have much time to post…but I do feel I ought to. Otherwise, people might get fed up of turning up and finding I’ve written nothing. So I thought that if I was devoid of inspiration, I should randomly choose a file of photographs (I’ve not sorted them out into subjects – they’re still in date order) to share with you. This wll at least add some interest , and give me someting to write about.

So the date I chose, completely at random, was 28th July 2010. We were on a canal holiday with all of Mr D’s family: his sister and her husband and two children, his brother, wife and son, plus Mr D’s mum. There were 10 of us in all, spread out over two narrow boats. We started off somewhere in Shropshire and followed the Lllangollen canal to Llangollen and back. This was one of the boats that we were on – but I don’t know exactly where it is we’ve moored here. It must be said, our boats weren’t decorated as beautifully as many of the hire boats that we passed! I loved the “canal art” that was on many of the barges – the traditional castles and roses designs, that have been passed down for hundreds of years.

This is an example of the roses and castles that the boat people would use to decorate their homes (the narrow boats) and their possessions. I remember doing a project about Canals with a group of Year 4 children (aged 9 – I think!) We visited a Canal Museum at Stoke Bruerne, not too far from Miltton Keynes, and the children learned how these beautiful pictures were made. Their attempts back at school weren’t quite as successful! If you’re in the area, I think it’s a great day out! (and the pub isn’t bad, either…not that we went with the children!)

Here are some of the water plants that were growing where we moored – I have to admit to having NO idea what they are! I’m not the world’s best at identifying plants. Mr D is quite good – it comes of studying plant biochemistry at Cardiff University!

And here is a picture of trees. I don’t know why I took this – maybe it was the first signs of autumn, in the yellows and browns in the foreground. But there you are – trees!!

Next week (if I don’t have time for much else) there will be another dive into the Dormouse Photo Archives.


A Grand Weekend and a Giveaway result

Monday, February 13th, 2012

Hello to everyone! Just before I start, I want to include a photo which I have already posted a while back  on a blogpost called “Reasons to be Cheerful”. One of my reasons is llamas. I posted this picture. I want to show it again, because I think it is so fab – especially the cheeky grin of the llama on the left.

Aren’t they fab?!

Anyway, I hope you had a good weekend. I did (mostly) I was teaching on Saturday morning, as usual, but I’d forgotten that one of my students wasn’t coming, because it was school holiday. That’s fine – although as she’d only started the week before, it was a bit bizarre to already be taking time off, but there you go. So I had unexpected time to make spicy parsnip-and-carrot soup, and to watch a bit of the “Coronation Street” omnibus. On Saturday afternoon, I’m afraid I was very indolent…I caught up with my other blog, dozed, read, went for a very short walk (Mr D warned me of being strenuous in temperatures of -8°. Apparently one’s blood vessels around the heart contract. I certainly did feel woozy when I got home, but that might have been what we call “sugar bonk”. I felt better after a cup of fruit tea and a couple of chocklits!).

On Sunday I went to church, for the first time (here) since Pentecost 2011, and (anywhere) since Christmas. The service was at Les Sarraix, which is a small village with a tiny Methodist chapel. We have a service here, once a month in order to use the chapel and stop it falling into complete disrepair. Also, I think there are elderly members of the congregation who live in the area and who can no longer manage to get to Thiers every week. Les Sarraix is about half the distance from here, as Thiers, so it’s easier  get there than Thiers from St Just as well. People were quietly glad to see me…I did understand the sermon – not the subtle nuances of the language, but certainly the basic message of each of the points Patrick was making. But I did find my thoughts wandering everywhere during the prayers…Lack of concentration can strike in any language, I know, but in England I would have been able to hear the prayers and mind-wander; in French, I can do one or the other! I’m glad I went, and I’ll probably go to next month’s service at Les Sarraix, but I’m not “there” yet in my Christian life (wherever “there” may be). I turned down the request to lead the Good Friday service this year as well – I don’t think I’ll be in the right place for leading a service, though possibly, if there was one service that I could lead in my current state of confused mind, I think the Good Friday one would be best!

Then on Sunday afternoon, Mr D and I went for a walk to La Cascade de Somewhere-I’ve-forgotten. I took along half a bag of bird seed that I had (I’d used up the other half last Tuesday, stopping at all the Motorway Aires (rest stops) between Clermont Ferrand and home, and leaving piles of bird seed for the wild birds.) and we left little piles of seed on various tree stumps and rocks in the forest.

When we reached the Cascade it was beautiful – parts were totally frozen, and in other parts it was frozen over the top with the water still running underneath. This photo shows the frozen waterfall:

whereas here you can see the water running beneath the ice:

I love the patterns formed, as the water has gradually frozen around the edges of the hole.

I wasn’t intrepid: I’ve always been a cautious walker, due to weak ankles that are likely to give way at any moment, and since my accident in Sept 2010, my ankle and knee have not been as strong as they were. So, even though I had my walking stick with me, I wasn’t going far – I think it frustrated Mr D a bit,  as I struggled to climb up the side of the waterfall in the photo in order to see the main cascadze. The snow was slippy, the terrain was rough, my knee was hurting and I went all pathetic. I started to whimper (literally!) so we gave up, and slid back down the steep slope we’d just climbed.

Here’s Mr D being intrepid

And, I do have to add, my fears about my ankle was justified: on the way back, on flat terrain, it just gave way and I ended up on the snowy ground. I came down quite heavily on my dodgy knee, which is now a bit swollen again, but it’s not very painful today, thank goodness. I put an ice pack on it yesterday evening, and I think that helped.

Today I’m not teaching – it’s school holidazys and the module I teach is on a break for two weeks. I pick up a former student for three hours a day tomorrow, but for today I’m chilling at home, catching up with blogs and cooking for Danièle who is coming for a meal tomorrow. I do have a bit of preparation for Jean tomorrow but not much.

So, having promised you the Giveaway result, I tried to import an image of the random generator thingy that I used, but couldn’t, so you’ll just have to trust me that the number it came up with was number 10. Comment 10 belongs to Floss. Floss has already received a bookmark from me at an earlier date, so I’ll send her the cards (it’s OK, she lives in France, so the postage won’t be too great!) and I’ll randomly generate someone else for the bookmark. Back in a tick.

Randomly generated number 5, who is Caroline.

Thank you to everyone who commented, and I hope that you’ll continue to read my blog. I may do another for 250 posts (if I remember!!)


Off With the Cyclo Club. Part 2.

Sunday, June 26th, 2011

I think I left you on Saturday night. And so we come to Sunday morning…which is when I said I would ride. Mr D had planned a route, which, he said, followed the Voie Vert (a cycle track following the old railway tracks.) Flat, he said. And, to be fair, that part was flat. The other parts weren’t quite so flat.

Dark words were muttered by all members of the group as we turned a corner and saw an ascent that must have been 1:10. (Well, I say that, but in reality I have no idea what  a 1:10 slope looks like. But it sounds steep. And this was steep.) It was so steep that four of us wobbled to an immediate halt as we tried desperately to change down to the granniest of granny gears without managing it. Roger had a little more success, and got about 50 metres up the road before he came to a wibbly stop, failed to get his feet out of his toe-clips and fell off his bike. Luckily the banks at the side of the road were also steep and grassy, so he didn’t actually fall very far, and ended up leaning at an angle against the grassy verge! The four of us pushed our bikes up the hill for about 500 metres, as it was too steep to get back on the bikes. Only Scary Daniel had managed to keep going, through fierce determination, and he was patiently wating for us at the top of the hill. Then we continued down hill, along road, round the roundabout then heading for home… back to the Voie Vert and only the 2km hill back to the holiday village.

Or So I Thought.

But no, Mr D had kindly popped a small mountain into the route. I was cursing  as I whooped for breath cycling up it.  Even in Total Granny Gear I had to stop for a breather, and a swig of lemon squash…but I managed it! Huzzah For Me! There were choruses of “Merci Monsieur D!” when I reached the top, breathlessly threatening to mercilessly slaughter my husband of 26 years. But by the time I got back I was really so elated that I’d completed the route, that my ritual beating of Mr D with my water bidon was quite half hearted.

Many people had decided not to cycle on Sunday morning, opting for the 8 km hike (poor Mr D had no choice as his bike was dead) or a stroll to the nearest village. The weather was so much beter than yesterday’s – blue sky and sunshine. I’m glad I opted to cycle today!

We got showered, rather hastily, in the one chalet that we’d not yet cleared out of, and then congregated ready for lunch. More of the traditional apero was consumed together with chestnut-and-apple salad, unidentified meat in sauce and vegetables, cheese, tart-and-yoghurt and coffee. We sat out in the sunshine and chatted. Gilles (our friend who had managed the Col de Pas de Peyrol yesterday) was really pleased with himself and saying he deserved a medal. So we decided to make him one and to present it to him next Friday (well, actually, as I’m writing this, it’s now last Friday, but it was next Friday then. IF you see what I mean!)

Then on the coach to head for home, via Salers. Salers is a lovely Medieval town. And is the centre of a proud cheese making industry. So first, we went to visit a Buron which is an old cheese making place.: it’s a shepherd’s hut, now converted into a museum. Actually first we went for a rather roundabout trip in the Cantal countryside as our bus driver got lost. He carried out a spectacular several-point-turn in a narrow country lane. I was very impressed. Anyway, when we reached the Buron we were able to taste Salers cheese (very nice) and various liquers too. I was pleased that I (on thewhole) managed to follow the guide’s rapid fire commentary too.

Here are some of us, having enjoyed our liqueur tasting. We bought some crème de framboise but none of the gentian based Salers liqueur. Claire went a bit mad and bought tons of cheese (we bought a modest 300g or so, but she was buying for her family of three hungry teenagers!) and a couple of bottles of stuff.

And here is the view of the valley where it was situated. Very beautiful.

It was up in those mountains (and along this valley) that the Guys had cycled in mist/rain/hail/ cold the day before. I think they preferred today’s mode of transport!

We then went to Salers – a very lovely town. Mr D wanted to look at the buildings, but I’m afraid Cathy, Claire & I (and Steve to a certain degree) got very excited about shops! Claire was definitely in spending mood. I bought myself a very nice bracelet and was tempted by some copper engraved earrings, but resisted temptation. I gave Mr D the camera, but the battery died, so he didn’t have much luck. Still,

here is a picture to give you an idea of what it’s like. We had our picnic just outside the village – all provided by the Cyclo club, it was delicious. The younger members of the party amused themselves by having a cherry-stone-spitting competition. I joined in, and they were most impressed until they turned round to look at me in mid “spit” and discovered I was only making a ptoui! noise and throwing the stones! Curses! Foiled again!

Then we were on the road home. We got back to St Just at about 11.15 – I was very aware that I had to be up again at 5.15 the next morning, but it was, all-in-all, a very enjoyable weekend away.

Here is my picture of the Chateau we went to on Saturday:

and here are a couple of pictures from some walks I’ve done in the past few weeks. The puppy is Marvin, and belongs to Alison & Gerome. He is a dear little thing.

This is a view of the old railway viaduct at Juré. It was a lovely walk – just about my distance, with a pause for a cup of tea with friends!

The lamb crossing the bridge rather tickled me!

So there you are. I really need to go and work now, as I’ve got a new student tomorrow, and I have no idea what I’m doing with him.

Footnote: we presented Gilles with his medal on Friday night, up at Steve & Cathy’s. He was very pleased and didn’t take it off all evening. I meant to take the camera up, but forgot. Tant pis.


Decking the Halls

Thursday, December 16th, 2010

Decorating this year has been a bit of a challenge. We knew that if we put up our tree the Very Bad Kittens would be up it before you could say “We Wish You a Merry Christmas…” and every morning we’d be retrieving baubles from under the sofa, so we decided to mostly keep the decorations up high. (Well, I did. Left to Mr D, I don’t think we’d have any decorations. But I don’t mind. I like doing them)

So, last Friday, when I had no teaching jobs on, I spent the afternoon with my new Christmas CDs, decorating the living room. So here are some photos:

The Christmas Twigs

It’s a bit blurry. I really need to practice more with the camera. So we’ve got Christmas Twigs instead of a tree. They are quite jolly, with gold baubles piled in the vase. There’s a Nativity scene on the speaker. It’s one of those which should go round with candle-power (like these ) but we thought it too dangerous with the VBK and so I’ve fastened a straw angel where the “sails” should go.

Another Creche

This crèche is in the CD case you can see behind the speaker. It’s a tiny Mexican crèche that I’ve had for many years. The animals I’ve gathered slowly, they are mostly traditional Prvençal santons, and are totally not the right size – Jesus threatened by Monster Donkey Without Ears – I now buy an animal Santon a year for this crèche, as well as figures for three sets of friends. It’s Christmas presents sorted for many years to go! Sadly, due to the Economic crisis, Mary and Jesus who were sent to Guildford this year will have to wait until 2011 for Joseph to join them!

Christmas Candles

With cinnamon spiced pot pourri that I was given about five years ago, and which goes back in the decorations box every year. I’m not a huge pot pourri fan, but this is quite nice. It has sparkly bits and pine cones etc in the mix too, so it’s very pretty.

Our Christmas greeting with the beautiful shell Christmas Angel. She usually goes on the tree, but not this year. The sewing lady is a Santon too, but she’s out all year round. We have a Santon shop in one of the nearby villages, so it’s easier to buy them now. We usually get them at the Lyon Festival-of-Lights and Christmas Market, but this year we didn’t go…it’s the first time we’ve missed it since we’ve been here, but as my injuries from the fall in September are not healed, we thought it best if we had a break this year.

This star is balanced on a picture on the chimney breast. Usually it goes on the tree, but again, not this year (or probably next, if we’re brutally honest!)

And here you can see it precariously balanced on the picture. You can also see the tinselly stuff wrapped around the star lights that are up around the top of the room.


On another note, here are my wonderfully warm slippers that I bought with my birthday money from my MiL. Thanks Pat!

Happy Feet! Cosy Feet!


And finally, here is George enjoying Football Focus on TV

How did Man United do then?

No. You can't watch "Strictly Come Dancing."

Edited to add: Yes, I can see George is watching the results for the SPL, so they wouldn’t have Man Utd’s results on. But he’s only a cat. He wouldn’t know that!

A Tangle of Kittens

Sunday, October 10th, 2010

I’ve been meaning to post this for ages. Mr D and a Tangle of Kittens.

Pootling on a canal boat

Sunday, August 8th, 2010

That’s what we’ve been up to. An enjoyable (though sometimes not very comfortable!) time was had by all. We went along the Llangollen canal. Here are some shots of our relaxing time away.

They’ve Arrived!

Sunday, August 8th, 2010

George and Mildred have now joined the Dormousehold. Pomme isn’t too sure yet, and they are still trying to work out who’s boss, but all-in-all I think the introduction went smoothly. We took a great deal of care about how to introduce the Kittens to the Resident Cat: we opened the basket and let them out. They met Pomme and everyone eyed each other warily! There has been some hissing, some rapid-sidling-past-with-no-eye-contact, and a small battle over “Bed rights”. At the moment I’m not sure who’s winning that one! I think it’s Pomme.

However, we’ve already (only two days) reached the state where they can share the same balcony:

In the shade of the asparagus fern

In the shade of the table

Here are a couple of better shots of the Young Rapscallions



Aren’t they just adorable?!

The Cyclo Club goes away for the Weekend

Thursday, June 24th, 2010

I meant to post an account of this last week, but Real Life got in the way. So, belatedly (and separately from the Cat Photos) here is an account of our trip to St Affrique. Although I’m not a Cyclo, partners & friends were allowed as well. Mr D and our friend S, who has a second home here, ride with the Club, so C & I tagged along. And great fun was had by all.

We left St Just at 6.00 am – we’d been told that the coach would leave then, whether everyone was there or not, so we made sure we arrived in plenty of time, so that we could kiss everyone! And contrary to my cynical comments, the bus left very promptly at 6.00. We paused at 8.30 for breakfast, at the Aire overlooking a viaduct designed by Gustave Eiffel – le viaduc de Garabit

Breakfast was very well organised – sausage, ham, chocolate, bread, madeleines, coffee – and wine! I really wasn’t up to alcohol that early in the morning, but several people were!

S, C, Mr D and me

There was another pause at the Millau viaduct – very impressive! If you go, I would recommend pausing at the Aire and climbing up to the viewpoint. It is magnificent – and, bien sur! – designed by a British architect!!!

We arrived at the hotel and got organised. The Cyclos had to sort out their bikes, but the Hangers-On went to look round the market. Where there was an old fashioned musical instrument (pianola? I don’t know!) being played. I bought some ripe melons, and some 5-peppercorns, & some guacamole spices.

After lunch the Cyclos gathered, resplendent in their Club colours, before setting out on an enormously long ride (85 km, I think.) They’re all mad!! Melissa (seen below) is one of the younger cyclists. She firmly attached herself to us – much to S’s detriment when they went kayaking in the same kayak, and the young lads tried to impress Melissa by tossing her out of the kayak. S got caught in the crossfire!

Mr D and Melissa

While the Mad Ones were cycling, the Hangers-On went to  Roquefort to see the Papillon Cheese-making caves. We arrived an hour early for our guided tour so we visited the church. There is some beautiful stained glass there.

At the appointed hour we all gathered outside the caves and went to see how Roquefort is made. I took one photo before being told it wasn’t allowed, but as it wasn’t very good, I’ll spare you the boredom…We got to taste some cheese, plus some of the olive oil that is produced under the Papillon name. I bought Mr D some chocolate-and-roquefort spread. Apparently (and not unsurprisingly) he thinks it’s well-horrid!

On the way back we stopped so we could take photos of the roundabout…

Getting back to the hotel we retired for a little nap, and then gathered for aperos in the bar, when the Cyclists got back. The hotel provided wine & nibbles from the region, and then two people whose birthdays it was provided further aperos. From the amount people were putting away, you wouldn’t think they had another ride planned for the next day! Melissa plonked herself with us for the drinks, but gravitated towards the good looking lads for dinner

Mr D was relieved to see that the hotel had set up a big screen at one end of the room so he was able to watch England’s first World Cup game. He had to position himself so he could see it between people’s heads, but he was a happy bunny. He did manage to converse with people, but with one eye on the footie, and with sudden interjections of “Oh! Ooooh! NO!!!” and so on. We were reasonably circumspect with the wine, but certain other people weren’t (and they missed the nextr day’s ride!) The meal was very enjoyable: a Roquefort puff pastry puffy thing, turkey in wild mushroom sauce with aligot (mashed potato with melted cheese beaten into it), more roquefort and then chocolate fondant.

On Sunday they were off again, cycling another 40-odd km, so C and I went for a walk alog the banks of the River Sorgue. I asked a friendly boulanger if he had some stale bread, which he did, so we went to feed ducks. As we arrived, we noticed a group of adults and children watching the ducks; then one child picked up a handful of gravel and threw it at said ducks. Oh! What a fun game! He did it again, while adults, presumably parents, looked on fondly. Then he picked up a chunk of rock and handed it to an older child who was about to throw it at the ducks, who, by now, were starting to realise they were under attack from nasty hard pebbles, as opposed to edible things. That was it. I lost my rag and attacked (verbally,; not physically) this child – in terrible French. “Qu’est ce que tu pense que tu fait?! Ne lancer pas les caillous aux canards. C’est tellement injuste. Qu’est qu’ils ont fait à toi?!Oui, je suis anglaise. j’aime les canards!Oui je suis folle.  Ici, si tu veux jeter quelque chose jeter du pain. ” (Rough trans: What do you think you’re doing? Don’t throw stones at the ducks. It’s so unfair. What have they done to you. yes, I’m English. I like ducks. Yes I’m mad. Here, if you want to throw something, throw bread) With which I thrust a lump of bread into his hand.

Said child muttered something like “I wasn’t going to throw it. What the hell’s this bread for?” But then took aim and threw the bread (in one lump) at a duck. It missed, but duck then vanished under a pile of other ducks as they all tried to grab a bite!

Family wandered off, no doubt discussing the Mad Duck Woman, while C and I fed ducks. Then wandered along the river bank.

Poppy on the river bank

After lunch we headed to Millau, where there was the choice of kayaking or Le Petit Train. C & I were on the train, while Mr D and S went kayaking.

We arrived back at the meeting point before the kayakers, so C treated us to a prohibitively expensive kir royale. I won’t say how much it was, but you could get 4.5 kir maisons at the bar next door for what C paid for 2. But they were verrrrrrrrrry nice.

At that price I WILL enjoy it!

Delicious. Really delicious.

Then it was head for home… stopping on the way for another little snack – ham, sausage, cheese, bread, chocolate, melons, apples, oranges, and (of course) wine. We tucked in

Caught in mid mouthful!

All-in-all, a thoroughly enjoyable weekend. And all for 60€ as it was heavily subsidised by somebody. Thanks, all!

Gorgeous George – and Magnificent Millie

Saturday, May 15th, 2010

Just look at the Babies…!!!

This is my favourite picture of George

I was like a new parent with her baby today – everything that George or Milly did I was snapping! Although it has not been absolutely agreed, I think Milly (AKA Mildred) may be coming home with us  too, although M is advertising for a home. I don’t want to get too attached to her in case she doesn’t come home with us in the end. I know George is ours, so I can love him loads!