Back at Le Petit Coquelicot on Saturday 27th October.
Up very early at the Premier Inn in Liverpool to get to John Lennon Airport for our 6.40 Ryan Air flight to Bergerac. Grandma is with us and we had an early breakfast and then walked to the Airport which is about 500 yards away from the hotel. I have a very close friend staying at our house in England, looking after all the animals, so we are good to go!
The Yellow Submarine at John Lennon Airport
Landed in Bergerac, earlier than Ryan Air scheduled, and it was cold. Very cold.
Arrived at the house having had a quick look around Bergerac, which looked lovely, I definitely want to go there again. Looks like it would be a spectacular place to investigate in the sunshine. When we got to the house, after a couple of us went to the toilet it was clear that we had toilet trouble. The water began to rise and you know that always means trouble.
After a lot of hard work by my hubby we finally could see the Fekafoss lid, which is the pump that is installed to pump all the house waste/water to the local sewer.
Meanwhile Grandma and I headed off to one of the last local vide greniers in Ste Foy La Grande, where I found a very tatty mirror that I gave the French shabby chic look to when we got back. What do you think? Not sure what to put in it though.
We also now have transplanted 4 plumb trees in the front garden.
Transplanted plum trees
So we shall see whether or not they survive. I’ve also created a little nursery of tree cuttings from the local area.
To my utter shock and horror, somebody!!! has chopped down the beautiful fig tree that stood on the edge of our garden. Why oh why would you want to do such a thing I really do not know. In fact it has freaked me out somewhat. The figs were to die for. See earlier post. I am now determined to fill my garden with fig trees. Just you wait, you chopper down of beautiful fig tree!
I have checked the Internet for info on taking fig tree cuttings and found this thread curtesy of www.botanicalgarden.ubc
” In the spring before the tree leafs out, cut a 12 inch long piece of branch up to 3/4 of an inch thick. Bury it all except the last bud on top. It will root itself quite easily and grow vigorously throughout the summer.”
Two meetings with architects about the proposed extension have left us in a bit of no mans land at the moment. Not always quick to make decisions we will have to take this one home and mull it over during the winter.
Anyway today, although the weather is not that good, we are heading out to Bordeaux. Meriadeck shopping centre is central and has a car park. Not sure whether shopping in Bordeaux is a good idea but the main aim is to go to the cinema and see the new James Bond film “Skyfall”.
And there lies a tale of the famous shoes. Grandmas shoes went missing for sixth months and they turn up in a Hollywood blockbuster, the new James Bond film “Skyfall” worn by James’ and M’s arch enemy in the film Raoul Silva.
And here are Grandma’s!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like Raoul, she’s not allowed laces either, you understand!!!! Tee Hee.
Grandmas Kappa trainers
I always like cooking when we are in France and while there this time, I cooked a mean Homity Pie, though I say so myself. This is a good old English recipe that I came across in my Cranks recipe book years ago. If you read the recipe book, there’s lots of specific amounts of ingredients but the way I make it is with no weighing or measuring at all. Here goes! Nice lot of potatoes, peeled and then boiled. While they’re doing I make pastry, in this case with plain flour and just butter. Loads of red onions, garlic and extra virgin olive oil in a large frying pan. Make sure not to burn. Then drain the potatoes, no need to be too careful, add to the frying pan, together with lots of fresh parsley, grated chedder cheese (yes you can get this in France now), salt, pepper and a slurp of milk. Place the pastry in a large oven proof dish and then add the ingredients from the frying pan. Place in the oven (200 degree) for about 20 minutes. Hey presto!
To finish we had the most gorgeous French pastry from a lovely little shop in the local town. Yummy!
To change the subject quite dramatically, I must also talk about the dazzeling array of crysanthymums around at the moment and how I finally came to realise what they were used for. In France La Toussaint or All Saint’s Day is a Catholic festival celebrated every year on 1st November.
La Toussant is the day when all the Saints are honoured by the Catholic church. The following day is Le Jour des Morts (All Soul’s Day), when people pray for the souls of the dead. La Toussant is a national holiday and children are off school for two-weeks (half term). La Toussaint is celebrated by decorating the graves of loved ones with chrysanthemums, the flowers associated with death. The cemeteries are awash with flowers. In fact I first noticed that the flower shops and supermarkets were awash with these types of gawdy flowers. Very bright and clashing colours. I prefer paler coloured flowers like lillies but here are some pictures of our village church which, I have to say, looked so alive with colour.
Anyway we are back in Blighty now and I’m just finishing off this blog. Weather is awful here, so I sometimes cheer myself up with a look at what it’s like in Bergerac via the webcam Not always a good idea though but I’ll keep looking.