I evidentally have holes in my brain. Lots of them. The French tester politely explained that I knew words that were advanced, but fundamental parts of the French language were missing. God knows what I had been replying to his questions, but sometimes he looked confused and at other times plain shocked. My neighbours back… Continue reading Gruyere French
“Je dois avoir une tasse de the” is probably the only words in French I felt were necessary. In fact, given I cannot function without said cup of tea in the morning – “must have” is still one of the only methods of getting me out of bed. In this very cold patch of winter,… Continue reading Tea and sympathy
He is not fond of other cats, although the “girlfriend” visits every day. Sometimes its a standoff, noisy, other times polite circling and then a fast run back into the safety of my mothers home. HE is a bit of a cowardly custard – needs toughening up I think. Indie came from a cat home,… Continue reading This Is Indie
Its only short and our first attempt, but here is a little film of our snowy lane and La Petite Maison jardin.
I have to go to London and Tony is staying to look after our nest and create a new nest for our future feathered friends. Chickens and geese are due in a couple of months and I do hope I will be back before they arrive. Snow this week and who could resist playing. Us… Continue reading Before being parted
With Brexit, President Macron and Trump all making the news so often, my other half was inspired to go political for a change. Our French Euro having a spat with the English pound and Trump, well probably thinking about his next Tweet. Find many more characters at Chaps, Sods and Fellowettes.
From last March, I have been stalking round my neighbours farm, snapping nervous cows, yapping dogs and farmer too. The seasons brought work to the farm – feeding, ploughing, hay making and calves to birth. Its a lonely job being a beef farmer and most days Christian is on his own, doing what he does,… Continue reading Project Farm