We have a very small community here at Auge and even smaller our side of the road, as the motorway cut the village in two. Our side kept the cows and the other side kept the church. Winding down a small lane between the pastures you come across a huge couple of barns belonging to… Continue reading Neighbours
Holing up in the depths of the countryside, nothing happens, too quiet, you will forget about civilization, are just a few comments were heard when we left England. After a few months here, France couldn’t be further from any of this. The countryside is noisy, from the early morning daily collection and delivery of thousands… Continue reading So noisy in the countryside
June and July have been solid work, pushing to get our home and gardens clear of overgrown woodland, brambles, piles of unwanted packaging from our moves and painting all our buildings and new fences from a huge array of pots left by my father from his garage. We are now left with an off assortment… Continue reading At the bottom of our garden
When it rains, as it did today, I hole up in my office and tackle all the outstanding letters, accounts and papers that I procrastinate about. An easy option when the sun is out, cool breezes and the garden calling for me to potter – any excuse not to stay inside. Now into our first… Continue reading Room with a view
Mr Bull -Bos Taurus [cattle], our docile neighbour. He is home alone at the moment, missing the girls and killing time snoozing and scratching amongst the buttercups. The bulls are hired in each year to work their romantic magic on the girls and whilst waiting, Mr Bull groans and moans – a rumbling, resonant sound… Continue reading Mr Bull – not camera shy
One of the long term plans in coming to France was health. Fed up with rainy grey days in England and longing for long summers, we found our barn in cow country, rolling hills and meadows, where the weather changes by the hour. A temperate area with fierce storms and gales followed by three solid… Continue reading Vegetarian
Two days ago it was so hot, my arms got sunburn and the factor 20 cream came out of the dark recesses of the cupboard. Today we had blizzards, the van as you can see from the photos froze over. A short journey to Montlucon, a mere 20 minutes and our white van was an ice-white van!… Continue reading Frozen
