Posts Tagged ‘walks’

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.

 

Enjoying a few days of leisure

Wednesday, April 27th, 2011

I decided to give myself a short Easter holiday, so cancelled my lessons for yesterday and today. I was tempted to take the whole week, but have a student who is desperate to continue his lessons as he goes to the US in a few weeks and speaks very little English. So I’ve taken pity on Albert and I’m back to work tomorrow.

On Good Friday I was working, and took along Hot Cross Buns for students and staff to try. They were a little dry – but extraordinarily sticky too! – but generally met with approval.

but I was also leading the Good Friday meditative service at church in the evening. I used a resource recommended by someone on the Ship, which was great. We passed various symbols of the crucifixion among the congregation – a crown of thorns, nails, vinegar etc – to touch, smell, taste, and I used some well chosen (thanks Mr D!) music as well.

My friend Jean made the beautiful big cross, which I shall keep now and use every Good Friday service!

Over the weekend I didn’t do much as I was still full of cold. I went for a cycle ride by myself, managing 17 km. I’m way behind target again, thanks to this cold stopping me from doing very much, but I’m not too worried. A couple of weeks’ outings with the Club and I’ll have caught up! We watched and enjoyed Doctor Who, and look forward to the rest of the series (though I do find Amy Pond very annoying) and we chilled with friends.

On Monday Cathy and I did the Marche Aux Violettes at Cremaux. This is an organised walk – there are various distances from 5.5 km to 40 km – where you pay to take part, and refreshments are provided at the start, finish and various points in between. It was a beautiful day – rain was forecast but didn’t arrive. Here are some photos:

 

 

 

 

 

We decided to just do the 5.5 km walk, as my feet aren’t very happy at the moment. Had there been something between 5.5 and 10 we might have been tempted by that, but there wasn’t. Unfortunately, we didn’t see many violets, but there were loads of other wild flowers and we heard frogs being amourous! Half way round we stopped for a glass of rosé (though we could have had squash, water or lemon drink as well) and some brioche-and-chocolate (apples, cakes, and biscuits also on offer!) and had another glass when we got back…Ah! The joys of France!!!

We also paid a miserly 7,50€ for a delicious coq au vin, followed by a millefeuille cake (custard slice to you!) in the local café when we reached the finish. Then I had a coffee back at Cathy’s, sitting in the sun and relaxing.

Yesterday I spent time making loads of cards. I had a great time. Here is a gallery of my cards.

And now, having made tomato soup and Coronation Chicken for lunch, I really should go and do my ironing. 🙁

ETA: I’m not sure quite WHY photos are multiplying and posting themselves several times over. But they are. Never mind. They’re quite nice photos!

Back walking again

Sunday, January 23rd, 2011

Last Sunday I went for a walk – it was really mild. Unlike today, which is beautifully bright and shiny, but blummin’ummer it’s cold! All the way over to church, and back again, Danielle (different Danielle to Danièle…!) kept looking at the temperature guage and reporting “Minus 8.5….Minus 10…Getting warmer…Minus 5…Minus 1…” I don’t think we got any higher than -1°.

Here are some photos. I started by taking a photo every 500 steps, but I got bored counting. Then, as I found that 1,5000 steps took me to a wayside cross, I decided to take photos of all the crosses I came across. Four in a fairly short walk isn’t bad! I find that when I’m walking I have to watch where I’m walking, as I’m a little unsteady on my feet and fall over quite a lot; it’s even worse at the moment with my dodgy ankle. So taking photos is a good excuse to stop and look around at the beautiful scenery. We are so lucky to live here.

Here are the four crosses that I came across:

I thoroughly enjoyed the walk and I’m beginning to look forward to Spring when I can re-do some of the walks that I did last year around Clermont. Mum’s coming at the beginning of March: I hope it will be nice enough to do a couple of my favourite walks. There’s one around Volvic that I really like: I think if I can do it, Mum shouldn’t have too many problems. She’s 82 but is fitter than me (shame…!)

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I’ve finished the box for Danièle to keep Paul’s mementoes. I’m really pleased with it:

showing inside the lid

The quotations I put inside are, in French, part of the reading from Habakuk that was read at Paul’s burial, and, from Revelation 21: He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death, or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.

And in English “Do not stay sad that he has gone, only be glad he ever was”. This is something someone wrote to me when my dad died (except it said “Do not be sad…” I changed it, because I think it’s unrealistic and unhelpful to say don’t be sad, because of course one is sad. But do not stay sad is a different thing…) And the lines I quoted in an earlier post, that I think are very moving.

The little bead on the ribbon for opening is faux amber, which I thought quite appropriate for the geologist in Paul.

...and here's the front.

My version of Riverdance

Saturday, September 11th, 2010

..is more like river flop. Let me explain…

I think you are all a bit behind me on the God-dog front. When I got back from holidays, WMD had been adopted. So i chose a new dog called Youpi (who was a Bison Frisée (or is that a large cow-like creature with a curly lettuce?!) ) But as there were people loking to adopt a dog, and were interested in Youpi, I took out another cheeky chap, with the unlikely name of Tooraloora – or something equally bizarre. Anyway, yesterday I went to take out Youpi, and found that s/he (I never got to find out!) had been adopted! Never mind, I hadn’t exactly bonded with him/her, so i chose to take out a young labrador cross, called Gavroche.

Getting him out of his cage was tricky enough, as his companion was also determined to come with us. At one point, Gavroche was outside the cage, on his lead, while I was inside, with the door closed, hanging onto the lead, and trying to fend off companion, who was howling mournfully, while pawing at my legs, desperate to join Gavroche. I eventually managed to escape and Gavroche and I trotted off for our walk. He was splendidly well behaved – but a little strong – and was very good when i gave him a treat, sitting and waiting until I handed it to him.

So, as I say, he was well behaved, but obviously wanted to explore the river that we were walking beside. But there was a 4m drop down and no safe way of letting him go. He kept darting off, sniffing and trying to find a way down, and I kept hauling him back. Eventually we discovered a slope down to the river and Gavroche washopeful. I started to gingerly make my way down the rather slippy slope. At one point I went on my bottom, making a spectacular mud slide down my jeans. I struggled to my feet and was just thinking that maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, when Gavroche couldn’t hold back his excitement and made a plunge for the river. As I was already a little unsteady on my feet, and the slope was slippery, I couldn’t haul him back and he took me off my feet, pulling me face first into the river. I ended up sitting in the river, waist deep in sandy water, having bashed my face and knees on rocks, and twisted my ankle in the process. I later discovered that I’d hit a rock so hard with the corner of my glasses, that the arm of them was driven into behind my ear, leaving me with quite a nasty gash there, and a red line across the bridge of my nose. I sat, shocked for a second or two and then I just howled for a couple of minutes, while the dog (after his first joyous splashing about) sat and looked at me. After a bit, I remembered my mobile and my watch – both in my pocket. Luckily both were okay. But here I was hurt, shocked and quite some way from the SPA centre.

So what did I do? Phone them? No – I couldn’t explain where I was so I couldn’t. Retrace my steps? No – though why, I’m not sure…maybe my scrambled brain thought I’d gone too far – though as I was on a new walk I didn’t actually know the route back to the centre… I decided to carry on with the walk…So hobbling on my ankle, bawling like a two year old and hiccupping I started to walk.

Poor old Gavroche was trying to have a good walk and kept trying to pull me towards interesting smells; I could hardly walk by now and couldn’t keep up with him. So the poor thing kept getting jerked back on his lead as I sobbed and pleaded “No, Gavroche, no – come back”.Jerk. “I can’t do this”. Pull.

I struggled past a house where someone watched my faltering progress as his dog barked for France. He worked out something was wrong and came over to me. I tried to be very sensible and spoke in my best French. He offered  to drive me to the centre, but I’m too wary of getting in cars with strange men -although having seen the state I was in when I finally got back, I can’t imagine he had any designs on me – mud/tear/blood streaked face, filthy dripping jeans & T-shirt… I was also concerned (for some reason) that he had bare feet. So, refusing him,  I hobbled on, taking an hour to walk the I.5 or so km back to the centre – all the while hoping that he’d drive up behind me and get me in the car – because by then I’d’ve accepted a lift. Or that he would’ve phoned the centre and they’d come for me. But no. I finally got back, whereupon several volunteers appeareded, clucking over me, taking Gavroche and guiding me to sit down . And I collapsed into a weeping pile of uselessness.

Somebody ( possibly a vetinary nurse!) strapped me up and washed me down a bit, and decided that I could well have torn some ligaments in my ankle. And saod could I get someone to collect me? Er, no – we live 70 km away. I’m afraid I’m on my own here! Luckily we’ve got cruise control on the car, so driving the motorway wasn’t too difficult. My braking was occasionally a bit hard as I couldn’t press gently, but on the whole it was fine. Our friend, the nurse, has checked me over, and while I’m still sore, I’m generally not too bad today (much less stiff than I expected, to be honest) Sleeping was a bit uncomfortable, as I woke everytime I moved positions, but thankfully it was not worse than it could have been…

Next time I’m taking out a chihauhau.

WMD

Wednesday, July 21st, 2010

No, not Weapons of Mass Destruction, but Wee Mad Doggie

I went in to the shelter to walk Indy, and discovered she too had been adopted! I obviously choose the attractive dogs!

So, I took out the Wee Mad Doggie instead:

I'm Wee, I'm Mad and I'm a Dog!

She (he?) was nervous at first, but I soon got him (her?) on my side with dog treats. S/he was mad when running through long grass, leaping and weaving and screeching to a halt to sniff smells. But s/he was equally eager to get back into the cage, presumably to tell his/her cell-mate all about the Big Outdoors. They were both very bouncy dogs.

I don’t know his/her name as there wasn’t a label on the cage and I was in a rush and couldn’t stay to make my change in Godparentship official. Anyway, when we get back from holiday I’m sure WMD will have been adopted!

Off on holiday to the UK tomorrow, sailing a narrow boat (actually two) on the Llangollen canal with my in-laws. See you all when I get back.

Random Ramblings

Sunday, July 11th, 2010

Catching up on what we’ve been up to…Real Life really does get in the way of Blogging, I find! I’m really rather busy during the week, and in the evenings it’s been too hot to do much more than lie like a beached whale flapping feebly and drinking tonic water or orange juice. I certainly haven’t wanted to come up to the study (under the eaves and very hot) to catch up on blogging.

So, what have we done?

Last week there was a cycle race which ended right outside the house. It was the Tours de Pays Roannaise – quite a high level race for semi-professional teams or high amateurs. We had a good view from our balcony.

Mr D plays "Peep-bo"

I won! I won!

I’ve had several walks with Benjy. I’m not sure he recognises me yet – all the dogs get so very, very excited when anyone comes into the Dog Area, so I don’t think it’s especially for me. Benjy’s cell mate actually jumps about 5 feet in the air, springing off the cage front. It is as though he has springs for feet. Benjy’s quite jumpy too. I’m a bit of a liability though – the second time I collected Benjy his cell mate escaped and ran amok, and then on Friday I got lost on our walk and got him back to the APA Centre late – there were no employees there to receive him, just volunteers who tutted a bit and looked disapproving.  Still, here are some photos of Benjy and views from our walks:

I'm sure she threw her sandwich crusts away here

Do you like my ball? And my bowl?

We had a lot of rain yesterday – Mr D came in from his ride looking like a drowned rat! – but today is as hot as ever! And now I have to do my ironing!

Walks, fun, cheese and cats. Second Attempt

Sunday, May 23rd, 2010

So, here we go with a second attempt:

We had an enjoyable time last Sunday afternoon. Some time ago, G (French friend, lived in UK for many years, married to A, a Scouser -like me-, lives in our village) derided the fact that there are, apparently, more English cheeses than French, and said “Yeah, and they all taste the same…” So S&C who have a second home here brought a selection of cheeses, pickle, English pâté and crackers when they came over. So we had a convivial port-and-cheese evening, French and Anglais mixed. And G did admit that the English cheeses weren’t too bad by half.

L'Entente Cordiale - English & French (cheese) side by side!

Yes...I think we've finished...

On Monday I went for a shortish walk – only an hour – which was very pleasant – but I’d forgotten to charge the camera battery. It was really nice, and not too strenuous. I will do it again, but extend it a little more. There were plenty of marked trails on a plateau above Blanzat, so it will be easy to add another kilometre or so to the walk. On Thursday I had a chance to do another walk before my French lesson. This was also really lovely – the weather has warmed up, and I was in my shirt sleeves and cropped trousers. I bought a sandwich and sat, half way round, basking in sunshine and scoffing the most delicious tuna baguette. It was fab.

This is where I had lunch, lying on the grass

And here is the obligatory view of Puy-de-Dome

I met a charming old gentleman, who looked about 65, but who assured me he was 82. He joined me on the walk and spoke about all number of things. He was evacuated from Lille to Clermont Ferrand during the war, and stayed here. He married an Algerian woman, he loves travelling, philosophy, walking, golf, literature, history… He was very interesting. While I like walking by myself, it was a pleasant change to have such an interesting companion. I thought about asking if I could take his ophoto, but didn’t. Instead here is a view of the path:

I really enjoy my walks, and as I’m starting a new student on a different day in June, I may be able to do one on Tuesdays too! I hardly recognise myself!!

And now, the pictures that I know several people have been waiting for: GEORGE-THE-KITTEN is growing. We went to see him & his siblings on Friday. They are growing and becoming more and more adorable! Look!!!

"Are you my daddy?"

Three Kittens...aaah!

Mum taking on nourishment.

I had a phone call from a very excited M today – the kittens have drunk milk from a bowl all by themselves. I’m a little unsure, as I know many cats can’t tolerate cow’s milk, being lactose intolerant – Pumpkin always had an upset tummy after drinking milk – but at the moment M is in charge of the wee ones, so I don’t like to complain.

Are you sure this is a good idea, maman?

George makes a bid for freedom!

Are you going to get bored of pictures of George, I wonder…?!

I’m British. Of course I’m going to talk about the weather.

Tuesday, May 11th, 2010

The weather is really at sixes and sevens at the moment. Last week it was cold and rained almost continually. And then on Wednesday evening (yes, 5th May) it snowed. A lot. So much so that I had to rush onto the balcony and bring in my troughs of lettuces, herbs, geraniums and my mini rose bush. Everything has survived, except the basil, although the geraniums are looking a bit pinched and wan.

I went for a walk on Thursday – here are the photos:

Not just snow, but 8 cm of snow!

and…

Some very confused trees!

and, OK, I was up quite high – about 900 m but all the same…!

Over the weekend it warmed up a little, but it stayed  grey and mizzly. I regretted putting away my winter clothes. I’d’ve got more fleeces out again, but it’s a bit of a faff pulling out the boxes where I’ve packed everything. So I’m stuck with two fleeces and a cardigan. They are getting well worn!

Then yesterday it started off grey here in the mountains, so when I went to Clermont I wore long sleeved T-shirt, fleece and outer fleece. By the time I went for a walk in the aternoon I was rolling up my T-shirt sleeves and putting on sun creme. It was really pleasantly warm. I forgot to take the camera, which is a shame, as it was a lovely walk – a little moist, due to the recent wetness, but everything was looking clean, newly washed and glad to be alive. As was I.

And today? Back to grey and wet. I’m in the study with a hot water bottle!

We hope it will perk up soon, weather wise. We have a party planned to celebrate our 25th Wedding Anniversary. We’ve invited round about 60 people. If we can’t spill out into the courtyard a little then it could get quite squashed! Mr D is going to make a mixed tape (well, i-pod play list) of songs from the 80s, when we married, and we’re going to make a montage (if I get round to it) of photos from the wedding and from the years afterwards. Mr D was talking about repainting the “sejour” (our big downstairs room – it takes up the whole of the ground floor.) before the party but I’m thinking that idea is slowly disappearing. We can decorate it with balloons and banners and flowers. That will be fine. (You can tell how much I love DIY, can’t you!?)

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News on the Kitten front. George is doing well – he looks as though his ears may be a bit Scottish-fold-like. This looks quite George-like. Maybe not so folded over, but quite a bit.

The tabby has been saved from The Bucket. If M can’t find anyone through the small ads, Mr D has reluctantly agreed we’ll take her. The irony is that the Mother of the Fiancée of the Son of M wanted George, but we had been given first dibs and chosen him. If M had told us, we’d’ve happily taken the tabby and then the MotFotSoM could have had the Kitten she wanted without any problems. But M was concerned to be “fair” and as we’d had first dibs she wanted to make sure we had the Kit we’d chosen. And M is adamant that she won’t let us swop cats (I’m not sure I could now, anyway) because that would make the FotSoM think she could get what she wanted by having a bit of a tantrum (which she reportedly had when told we’d already chosen George) Still. We may end up with two now. I’m happy. Mr D is unsure. And Pomme doesn’t know what’s coming.

Here's Pomme, not knowing what's coming.

Another walk – this time around St Just

Sunday, April 18th, 2010

It was a gorgeous day yesterday so after vegging out in front of the Coronation Street omnibus (I’m really bemused by John Stapes, who is so desperate to get back into teaching (after an unfortunate incident where he became obsessed by a pupil and kidnapped her…)(as you do.) that he is stealing someone’s identity so that he can become an English teacher. Teaching? I can perhaps understand someone being mad keen to get back into some other professions – and even that might be stretching it a bit far –  but teaching? When so many are leaving, stressed out, or are constantly abused by pupils…Why would you break the law to become a teacher again!!?! Oh well, you just know it’s all going to end in tears…Anyhoo, back to the plot:)

It was a gorgeous day yesterday so after vegging out in front of the Coronation Street omnibus I went out for a walk. I’d planned to do the short version, but feeling as though I needed to push myself a bit, I did the longer version. Here are the photos:

I started along the old railway line...

then up a path that was so wet there were marsh loving plants growing - marsh marigolds?


A herd of cows came to investigate me...
Photos of the house/barn we thought about buying

These are photos of the house/barn we thought about buying – in the end it was too impractical & would have been too expensive to do the conversions necessary. I did rather like the idea of my study (not Mr D’s!) being in the room with the round window, which I’ve always thought looks a bit chapel-like. It’s in a little hamlet not far from St Just.

The war memorial for the hamlet A view of St Justand finally…

Spring lambs.

No news on the Kitten front yet – thanks for the name suggestions. We’ll bear them in mind.

Wagamama-based meal was very tasty.