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Gruyere French

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

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Tea and sympathy

“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

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Project Farm

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

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Technology in the countryside

Taking photos on the “big camera” as I call the Canon Mark III is quite time consuming. It’s a heavy camera, especially with the 70-210mm lens to get close-ups – eyelashes of cows for example, and if stability needed, I need to lug the tripod too. One solution for the blog was to get a Tamron… Continue reading Technology in the countryside

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La Nourrice affinage

Our tiny little commune is known as La Nourrice, meaning wet-nurse. It is a strange name and I have yet to delve into its history, but in essence a wet-nurse breast feeds another woman’s baby. It was common practice in days gone by, but I am not so sure today, well not in this neck… Continue reading La Nourrice affinage

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The patter of tiny feet

Rubbery feet actually, not little pinkies – so no baby showers please. I have to thank Alison of Through Rose Tinted Glasses for this post.  We were commenting back and forth about my long cathartic post about changes in my life and she mentioned chickens.  I read her post, link above, and given she is a… Continue reading The patter of tiny feet