Simon reverts to type

The past few days I have been building stuff, but yesterday I got back to doing what I feel more at home with - breaking stuff with hammers.

After chipping away some of the plaster in the stairwell the other day, I decided that it would be a good area for us to "feature" some stonework. I also realised that the menuisier would probably be happier putting the staircase up to walls unencumbered by plaster and render.

This means that on the hottest day of the year so far (31º and counting), with all the shutters shut to keep out the heat, I was up a ladder bashing stuff with a mason's pick. I may not have been dressed for the part; shorts, t-shirt and carpet slippers, but I was effective. I wasn't using the Electric Destroyer, so I didn't feel the need for protective clothing.

Today and Wednesday are supposed to be even hotter, so I will only be working before lunch - before the western side of the house starts to heat up. I will be shifting the rubble from yesterday out of the stairwell, before chipping some more off, and this afternoon I plan to be, as one of our neighbours put it last night, a mouse hiding in my hole if it is as hot as yesterday.

This is the sort of finish we are
aiming for in the stairwell

After dinner we went to the Jardin to water. EDF have re-sited some wires that used to go across the garden - we are not sure when, but the wires were still strung the day I had to prune the nectarine tree. This makes our garden even more attractive. The cherries have just about finished - there is probably half a tree's worth of sour cherries to pick, then we can weed the veggies until the peaches, plums or nectarines (whichever comes first) need dealing with.

Simon

Thieves in the Night

Another very hot dry day yesterday dawned and we got up grateful to now have a functioning shower. Alex was due at 9am to help with the cementing of the staircase base* and he arrived just as I had made coffee.

I left the two blokes to do building work and went out into the garden to pot up some seedlings I had promised to Alex's wife Nicole. As I walked past the front of the courtyard I realised there was a gap where a box ball in a pot should be.

The courtyard garden, a week ago.
Geranium 'Gravetye Blue' is at lower centre.

Sadly, during the night, someone had succumbed to temptation and stolen a box ball and the Geranium 'Gravetye Blue'. It made me want to cry, but it wasn't totally unexpected – we knew putting the plants out in a courtyard open to the street like this was a risk. The florist in town used to leave all her plants out on the street overnight, but this year, no longer does.

The telltale gap, where a box ball in a pot should be.

I dropped off one of the seedlings I had potted up to our neighbour Sylvie and told her about the theft. She said she and Pierre-Yves had not gone to bed until 2am, and had heard nothing. We had heard nothing either. She said I must report it to the police, as there had been a number of plant thefts in the area. Pierre-Yves took the view that the police would just tell me they couldn't do anything and I should erect a fence. I thought the same, but went off to the Gendarmerie anyway – might as well meet the local constabulary sometime...

The Gendarmerie is in a compound on the other side of the river and you have to buzz to get let in. I told my story to Gendarme-Adjoint** Améry, who was professional enough to not give any hint that he thought that dealing with two stolen plants and a middle aged Australian woman with inadequate French language skills, dressed in not very flattering shorts, was not his idea of a productively spent Sunday afternoon. He will let me know if he hears anything.

Back at home we tossed around ideas for protecting the plants. Any fence we erected would have to be clearly temporary, and therefore almost certainly ugly. We cannot enclose the area or erect anything permanent without the permission of Bâtiment de France, who would take months to make a decision.

Drilling holes in the pots – any excuse to
use the electric destroyer!

In the end it was Sylvie who came up with the cunning plan to foil future plant thieves. She suggested running a chain along the pots and fastening each of them to the chain. We didn't have a chain, but we did have some fencing wire because we need to make a trellis for some Boysenberries we've planted in the verger / potager.

Stringing the pots together with wire.

So Simon drilled a hole in each of the pots and we've run a wire along the line of pots. Each pot is fastened to the line by a twitch of wire. A determined thief could still make off with our plants, but taking the pots too will be awkward and time consuming, as they are all strung together now. Hopefully it will not be too much of a nuisance for us if we want to move a pot.

Susan

* A big thank you to Alex for helping with this at short notice and on a Sunday.
**Community Policeman

Set in Cement

There is nothing in my training as a musician to prepare me for laying cement.

However, not being one to miss an opportunity to look clever, I tried laying cement yesterday morning. I started in a small way, filling the hole I mentioned yesterday (but didn't show a photo of)

This is the hole I didn't show a photo of. It's
quite deep in places, but not very wide.

The hole was the site of a timber framed, wattle and daub filled wall. You can see the bottom of a rotted away post on the left hand end of the hole. If my theory (expounded here) about our staircase is correct, then this would have been an entry hall or porch to the house. After digging out the rotting timber, loose stones and old concrete, I dug out (metaphorically, at least) the bag of cement I bought last year and stored in the garage, a shovel and a mason's mixing bowl.

The small hole is now filled, but not very well - I think I got the recipe wrong. This threw me, so I rang Alex who will be doing out garden wall, and he agreed to come over this morning and assist me with the landing pad for the staircase - a much more important and possibly more difficult job.

Simon

Well - I'll go to the foot of our Stairs...*

I mentioned on Thursday that the menuisier had called to have a look at where our staircase will go and update the devis.

While he was here we talked about where the stairs will land. So that he can get all the treads even we need to know where the floor level will be and to actually lay a floor to the correct level for him to place the stairs on.

Whilst most of the old kitchen/dining room/whatever has been laid in modern cement tiles, there are one or two patches where the tiles stop short. One of these is where the staircase will land. The tiles were put in place (rather quite well, actually) after the old staircase was in place, and beautifully cut around where the bottom step was. The plan is to bring the patches without tiles up to the level of the top of the tiles with a cement pad.

The melange of levels and
surfaces under the old staircase

So - yesterday morning I started with my electric destroyer (an SDS drill, actually) chipping away a row of tiles and some of the stuff (no idea - cement dust? sand? rotten stone?) underneath. This is where I had intended finishing, but on a whim I decided to chisel down further to make the concrete pad thicker and less likely to flake.

I also took off some nasty cement render from the walls, and another patch of poorly laid cement floor that was where a wall once was.

Next step is to find some levels and lay some cement.

I hope to be laying the cement this morning and then taking a trailer load of rubble to the decheterie this afternoon. or perhaps if I am nervous, take the stuff to the decheterie this morning...

Yesterday afternoon we went to the garden to pick some cherries (we haven't forgotten), water the garden, and see what has developed. It looks like we should have a good crop of chillies and tomatoes and some aubergine, and the courgette are coming on a treat. All we need in addition to our crops to make ratatouille will be some garlic - fingers crossed!

Simon

*I have no idea either.

A walk around Preuilly

This is a variation on one of our favorite walks. One of the points of interest is that you walk the full length of the old main street of Preuilly, from the Roman bridge, past the chateau, to the road to Martizay.

An view of Preuilly I am amazed we
haven't posted before*

Starting at the Mairie you head downhill toward the huge plane trees on Champ du Foire. This takes you past the junior school to one of the two footbridges across the Claise. From here you follow the bank of the Claise until you come to the gate into the caravan park.

Once you pass the toilet block there is a set of steps descending to the plan d'eau. This is where our Bastille day fireworks are held, as well as events like the annual brocante and town dinners. Walking past the lake on the plan d'eau you reach a road - turning left here will take you to what looks like a boat ramp - the little island in the river here is the buttress of a Roman bridge.

From here, you head uphill and continue uphill - through the arboretum (formerly Preuilly's graveyard) and its chapel, to the start of what was once Preuilly's main road. Take the left hand fork and walk past former shopfronts, now houses, many of them being lovingly restored.

Eventually you will reach the Poterne - the old gatehouse of the chateau, now the museum of the Preuilly Archeological Society, then from here it's downhill all the way. Once you reach the bottom of the hill turn right back towards the tower of the Abbaye. Here you have a choice to make: you can walk down past the mill, across the other footbridge across the Claise, then back along the main road; or continue past the Abbaye back to the Mairie.

The map is marked in yellow here.

Simon


*At least, I don't think we have, anyway.

Disaster at the ol' Nectarine Tree

Yesterday was a quiet day for us after visiting Ken and Walt on Tuesday. Although we were careful about how much we drank because of the hour long drive home, we both caught a bit of the sun and so arrived home feeling not the best. After a late start we spent the morning pottering around the house and making cherry cordial, with a plan to spend the afternoon at the orchard.

Just as we were leaving home for the orchard the phone rang. It was the secretary of one of our friendly local menuisiers wondering if we were home, and if so could he come and look at our staircase hole. We jumped at the opportunity, because it's always good to get the artisans into your home and show them the actuality, communicate with hand gestures rather than awkward silences over the phone, and to play on their sympathy to try get the work done sooner.

After he departed we hotfooted to the orchard, where it became evident that the combination of a huge crop of nectarines and the nice cooling breeze had conspired to try destroy the old nectarine tree that stands by our garden gate.

The branch which broke had been going for a while - this we discovered once I had cut it all away and we could see where the water had been entering a split. It has made a huge difference to the tree (and to our crop) because the branch had torn in such a way that the limb it tore away from needed to be cut down too. For the cutting I used the saw that Martine and Christian had given us which made the job easy.

We have now worked our way through the tree, removing part of its crop to lighten the load, and propping up a couple of branches to reduce the amount they sway in the wind. We hope this works, and that later in the year we can trim the tree back to manageable proportions without destroying it.

We took the damage to the nectarine tree as a warning and worked our way around the peach trees (6 of them) taking off the excess fruit and trimming away some dead branches. The peach crop looks as if it could be impressive this year, so losing 100 or so peaches isn't as upsetting as it could be.

Simon

Glimpses 8

A Glimpse from Tours. I love the way these slates have been nailed onto the timber framing to protect it.

Yesterday Susan and I had a big busy day over at Ken and Walt's for lunch. We haven't seen their blog entries yet, but I am sure the lunch will be covered.

We're having a lie in today.

Simon

Have a Butcher's at This

There is a butcher's shop in the Grande Rue in Preuilly, but on Thursday mornings the butcher from Betz-le-Château is at the market in Place des Halles. When you buy meat from him it comes wrapped in custom printed waxed paper. I don't know what préparations bouchères are exactly, but since he always tells us that the saucisses aux herbes are made with marijuana, perhaps it is something to do with that.

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A couple of evenings ago Simon took this spectacular sky blue pink sunset. It's the view from our backyard. Simon always thought that the expression sky blue pink was peculiar to his family, but he says he heard someone at Barking station use the phrase one day, so we assume it may be an East London expression.


Susan

Les Jardinières

After our shower Saturday afternoon our neighbours Sylvie and Pierre-Yves came over for apéro.

Sylvie and Pierre-Yves live opposite us and are doing a magnificent job of restoring their house and outbuildings. They have done courses in rendering using traditional materials and Sylvie has used the techniques to stucco their bathrooms really effectively. Their latest external addition the the house has been a beautiful stone wall and gateway, incorporating a salvaged iron gate we are quite envious of. They are both hard working and creative and are achieving a thoroughly professional finish on their property that we hope we can match.

A garden chair Pierre-Yves made from chataignier wood

We treated them to Kir Cardinal - red wine with home made cherry cordial. Discussion ranged far and wide - from the different forms that electrical plugs take around the world to how to pronounce trou. We don't say trou properly - nowhere near enough lips-pursed action, apparently. Still - Sylvie was amused at our attempts and has just as much difficulty with English words where you don't move your face at all.

Pierre-Yves and Sylvie's former home

The house in Preuilly is not their first attempt at restoring somewhere in the area, and they invited us to visit their previous home, which they have sold but are maintaining for the new owner. It is a fermette on the edge of the Forêt de Preuilly, and although we can understand why they sold it to move into town, we also appreciate what a wrench it must have been to do so. It certainly showed us what can be done with the old vernacular buildings – the place is a little piece of paradise. Sylvie is a keen gardener and gave us several plant divisions from the garden there.

We had never encountered Contorted Robinia (Acacia)
before, but it makes a most striking and attractive tree.

After a café we came back to Preuilly and showed off our orchard and vegetable plot to them. We ate quite a few of the third bigarreau cherry (called Coeur de Pigeon) as it has just ripened. It's not as good as the Napoléon, but quite similar in appearance and more flavourful than the dark red Géant.

By that time it was 1pm and Susan went up to the boulangerie, hoping it would still be open as we didn't have any bread for lunch. She got there just as the baker was pulling down the last blind. He saw her from across the Post Office square and signalled to her to ask if she was wanting bread. When she indicated she was, he very kindly unlocked the shop and she bought the last pain.

Western Spectre - Boyeria irene - l'Aeschne paisible

After setting some cherries to macerate in sugar as the first step to making some more cordial, after lunch we headed off to Les Limornières, where they were having a plant open day. They specialise in affordable, tough, drought tolerant, locally adapted perennials suitable for maison secondaires. We bought an eryngium, a lavender and a helenium for a total of €8. The garden there was buzzing with insects of all kinds, including a female Western Spectre dragonfly Boyeria irene. These are quite rare in Indre et Loire, although common in the Brenne, and it is a little bit unusual to see one hawking out in the open in mid-afternoon, as they are usually secretive and fly mostly in the evening, low and close to vegetation. In French they are called l'Aeschne paisible (= the peaceful hawker). They are also known as Dusk Hawkers or in German they are 'ghost dragonflies' and in Dutch 'twilight dragonflies'.

Susan and Simon

Civilisation pops its head over the Parapet.

We have bathing.

Proper, grown up "I'm going for a shower" type bathing. I will be the first to admit that the silycon didn't get everywhere it should have and the cubicle leaks at one* corner, but that is easy fixed; and that the shower doesn't pump out huge amounts of hot water, but it is sufficient for our needs, and cheap to run

The things is though, we can now do clean.

As well as doing the plumbing, I had to add a 25Amp fuse to the fuseboard and run cable from the fuseboard to the water heater. This proved simpler than I was fearing (a big thanks to Alex for the advice) and it all came together with a minimum of fuss.

I was slightly concerned about the plumbing, because I experimented with using a push in joint to see how they go - it was slightly more expensive, but Tectite plumbing fitting seem to work without leaking. This means that for plumbing you don't even need a spanner any more!

I then sacrificed my 4 weeks old collection of dirt to test the shower so Susan could feel confident in using it. I remain unfried.

Simon

*after Susan showered, we will make that two corners...

Know your Cherries

Cherries left to right: bigarreau "géant"; bigarreau "Napoléon"; guignesThe coins, left to right: Australian 50 cent; British 10 pence; 1 Euro; US dime

As it rained on Wednesday night we didn't need to water the garden yesterday, but we did go down to the orchard for half an hour to pick cherries.

Totals picked so far this year
guignes 34 kg
géant 1 kg
Napoléon 4 kg

Yesterday Susan made 2kg into jam, 300g into coulis, and stewed a kilogram. I made 2Kg into jam. On Wednesday night Susan made mini clafoutis. We also froze some whole and unprocessed to see what happens.

The little guignes are thin skinned, fragile and sour, with translucent scarlet skins and yellowy flesh. They have a natural spiciness which gives jams and sauces a certain zing. The bigarreaux are large and sweet, with quite tough skin and firm flesh. The Napoléon are by far the best cherry of these three to eat fresh. The Géant look the business, being a rich dark crimson, but they don't have the flavour of the bi-coloured Napoléons. Both the guignes and the Napoléons cook out to a rather pinky red. Adding Géant at the ratio of 1 part to 3 of guignes ensures that the jam comes out a satisfying red-black.

Simon and Susan

PS We remain unwashed, as it seems that the silicone sealant for the shower takes at least 3 days to set.

Olives

Sometimes Susan and I, completely by coincidence and without consultation, end up doing similar things in different parts of the house.

Take Monday for example: we were both dealing with olives. Susan was taking them out of jars and repacking them with olive oil, chili, wild oregano and Ducros 5 baies. I was doing plumbing.

It makes a change from cherries.

And talking of plumbing: I fitted the waste water pipes to the shower base yesterday, after buying quite a few wrong bits of 40 and 50mm plastic piping and using language. It's just as well half the people who live near here are old and wouldn't hear anything over the noise their TVs make, and the other half (including those who speak English) work during the day.

We now have water to the shower, water from the shower, a shower and a water heater. We put the shower cabinet together yesterday after dinner and are waiting for the silycon to set before trying it out, I bought a 25Amp fusible and will be fitting that this afternoon, and then we can have a shower.

Not that I could wait: yesterday was so warm (and I was so glowing) that I put a watering can full of water in the sun for a couple of hours, then before dinner I stood in the back garden in my swimming shorts while Susan poured it over me. I think the neighours were all out...

Simon

Belgians Bearing Gifts

Yesterday we met Martine and Christian, from Belgium. Martine blogs at Wishing I Were in France and found our blog through Living the Life in Saint-Aignan.

They came to have apéro in what Martine dubbed our 'fairytale dining room'. As with all our visitors recently, we offered them our new apéro de la maison – kir made with our home made cherry cordial. They chose to have it with white wine, Simon has taken to having his in red wine, making it kir cardinal.

After apéros, they rummaged in the boot of their car and produced a wonderfully generous array of gifts. There was a box of chocolates, of course, but also a spade and pruning saw for the new garden and a screwdriver set and some screwdriver bits, a pair of multi-grips, a fret saw, work gloves, carpenters' pencils, and a file. Christian works for a big tool company and all the tools are good quality brands (Spear & Jackson, Bahco). We couldn't believe our luck!

A specialist job needs a specialist tool

Martine had scoped the area via the internet and decided on a restaurant for lunch – a ferme auberge near Betz-le-Château, about 20 minutes away. Fortunately we decided to phone ahead to let them know we were coming, or we might have found a locked door. We were the only customers and the patron said it had been a very strange month, very slow.

The Ferme Auberge de Bournaichères

The Ferme Auberge de Bournaichères raises pigs and makes pork products. Their rillettes and boudin noir are extremely well regarded, and as well as the restaurant they have a shop on the farm selling their products. Ferme auberges are required to serve meals from ingredients largely produced on the farm, which means that you are generally not offered a choice of dishes.

The meal started with a rillette. The patron seemed concerned that we didn't eat enough but we assured him it was because we were pacing ourselves and looking forward to the next course. The main course was the most amazingly tender pork escalopes, cooked in a little cider and flavoured with thyme. There were a few little half champignon de Paris in the sauce too – the chef was apparently ringing in the changes today, as usually this dish was served sans mushrooms.

A cheese course followed, with a camembert, a Sainte Maure de Touraine and a brébis from the pays lochois. The camembert was quite strongly flavoured and we liked the brébis very much. The Sainte Maure, of course, is our local cheese, so we have it in some form or other several times a week, and love it.

We laughed when we saw the dessert – a simple bowl of fresh dark cherries. We told the patron that we had spent the last week picking 30kg of cherries from our own orchard. He said that he had that quantity in the freezer alone, and that his grandfather had planted the trees. Then he went off and fetched an alternative dessert of generously sized crême brûlées in attractive hand made bowls. Naturally we ate both cherries and crême brûlée.

Cochons sur paille

The restaurant is open and airy, with big solid wood tables and chairs. The patron is chatty and amusing. The food is simple and excellent. The cost per head was €11.50, and included unbranded wine and coffee – sensationally good value.

We had a great time and are really glad that Martine suggested we go. We didn't know of the restaurant before she mentioned it, and it could have been ages before we discovered it. We really enjoyed Martine and Christian's company, and hope they visit again. They are such nice people that they have made many friends in the Loire over the years, as they holiday here most years. These days they spend their holiday driving from friend to friend and meal to meal. After saying goodbye to us, they were off to Vouvray to have supper with a chef friend with a huge wine collection.

And in cherry news: I stewed 2kg of guignes and froze them, and made clafoutis. We picked 3-4kg of bigeareau and another 2-3kg of guignes. I think I'll make some little individual clafoutis and freeze them and another batch of jam.

Susan

The Coarse Guide to: Plumbing

Plumbing is easy, assuming you have a shifting spanner, the necessary vocabulary, and infinite patience.

The best spanner to use is a really big one. This means you can tighten stuff up so tight no water can escape. This is a desirable thing.

The best vocabulary for the job is basic Anglo Saxon. This is put to best effect when you run out of:

Patience. This is important, because everything that can go wrong will (twice), and it can get really tiring retrieving your spanner every time you thrown it away in disgust.

First thing to do when planning some plumbing is to plan. Planning means that you only have to return to the hardware shop twice after having bought the wrong stuff. Not planning means that you use so much petrol returning to the hardware shop that getting a man in would have been cheaper. The best way to plan is on the back of a beer coaster with a pen that runs out half way through, but any scrap of paper and unreliable scribing instrument will suffice.

A Plan. Invent your own code, and try
to remember what stuff means.

Once you have a plan write a list of what you need on a piece of paper. It is best to get in the car and then ask your spouse if they have the list (repeat process as required). If the paper is small enough and gets lost between home and the hardware store you can be creative when you get there.

When in the hardware store, your vocabulary will come in useful, but only if spoken under your breath. Assuming you have any breath after seeing the prices. Walking around muttering and looking perplexed is de rigeur in the plumbing aisle, so don't worry.

Once you get your bits home, they are best sorted by spreading them out all over the kitchen floor. This shows everyone in the house that you are working and a man not to be messed with. Return to the hardware store and exchange the bits you have bought that are the wrong size (you can do this if you haven't been a coarse plumber and opened up all the packets), then lay your plumbing bits (angle pieces and T-pieces and all that caper) out so you are sure you have what you need. Return to the hardware store and buy the one piece you forgot about, then start work.

Bits. Don't get 12Ø and 14Ø mixed up.

Next, turn the water off where it comes into the house. An impromptu cold shower will not improve things.

Once you start work, it's a piece of cake. Vocabulary will help, as will not throwing your spanner too far. If you must throw the spanner, don't hit a window, because glazing is even more finickity than plumbing and you don't want to go there.

Once all the bits are connected turn the water on slowly. Joints will leak, so turn the mains tap off again and REALLY give them a tighten. Repeat the last two steps until you can flush the toilet without every pipe in the place making like the Versailles fountains.

If you're really clever (like what I am) you too can achieve something like this:
Yesterday was a busy day: Alex and Nicole came over to have a look at our back garden with a view to Alex amenagement'ing it (terraces are needed); then we went to bricomarche for my first return to the hardware shop to buy the rest of the plumbing bits for the shower; then I did some plumbing, then we picked 5Kg of cherries to go with the 3Kg we picked yesterday, making 29Kg so far with 2 of the 7 trees picked; then Bengt arrived and donated us his old portable electric hotplates (he now has a proper cuisinier); then I did some more plumbing; then I made cherry cordial.

Phew!

Simon

Cherry Surprise Cake

Why would any recipe we make at the moment with cherries in be a surprise? Well read on and see for yourself...

The basic recipe for cherry surprise cake is one that you will find on a number of French cookery sites. Kristin Espinasse from French Word a Day has posted Uncle Jacques' version, and Clotilde Dusoulier has put her mother's on Chocolate and Zucchini.

The cake recipe is all about ratios – un : deux : trois – so very easy to remember.

Take un individual pot of plain natural yoghurt and, using the now empty yoghurt pot as a measuring device, mix it with deux pots of sugar* and trois beaten eggs. Stir in trois pots of plain flour, a pinch of salt, 1½ tsp baking powder and ½ tsp bicarbonate of soda. Tip in une pot of vegetable oil and mix thoroughly. Pour the batter into your buttered cake tin/s of choice and cook for at least 40 minutes at 160°C. The small cakes I did in old pâté dishes (12cm x 9cm) took 40 minutes, but the bigger cake in a silicone log 'tin' (20cm x 10cm) took an hour in our mini oven, and needed a piece of foil over the top to stop it burning.

And the surprise?

Well, the cake doesn't have cherries in it, but I did add a by-product of our cherry processing – the half lemon skins that were added to the jam for extra pectin. They have been candied and taken on some of the cherry colour so are now an appealing pink. I cut them into slivers with the scissors and added them to the batter prior to pouring it into the cake tins. The result is a rather moist cake which has maturing well over a day or two, and while some of the pieces of lemon are a bit chewy, the lemon-zesty-with-hint-of-cherry flavour is an excellent addition to this homely cake.

Susan

*French supermarkets stock extra fine castor sugar (sucre poudre très fluide) which I am really enjoying using. It comes in a packet with a pourer and I have been pouring it into jars with a few coffee beans, cinnamon sticks and vanilla pods that have been used once or twice before but still have something to give. After only a few days the spices will have imparted their lovely flavour and aroma to the sugar and it can be used. Note that this sugar does contain an anti-caking product (silica), but I am under the impression that silica is a harmless food additive, as well as occuring naturally in the skins and cell walls of many grains and vegetables.

The Abbaye in Preuilly

Compared to the church shown in yesterday's photos, the abbaye in Preuilly sur Claise is subdued, almost austere. They date from about the same time, but Preuilly's church was restored in the 1860s (around the time when the belltower fell down). We have a picture of the church with its old belltower (and an interesting story) here. There is no record (as far as I know) of Preuilly's abbaye being decorated in a similar fashion to St Savin's, but painting walls and ceilings was very much à la mode.

There is a date over the door of the Abbaye: 1009. Although there was a big celebration in 1909, as far as we can tell there is nothing special being done for the 1000th anniversary of the foundation of the abbey. The current building dates from the 12th-14th Century.

We visited here with Ken and CHM on Saturday, and once again I didn't have my tripod with me. One day I intend visiting the church properly equipped and take photos that actually show the building to its best advantage

Yesterday we didn't do a lot - I have cherry picker's shoulder, so apart from some light housekeeping and a lot of thinking it was a quiet day for me. Susan did a lot of cooking (cherry based), so the motif for June continues.

Simon

An Afternoon in St Savin

We have been to St Savin a number of times, but not since the restoration work on the 12th century paintings has been completed. So when Ken and CHM visited us on their way to there we took the opportunity to tag along (as it were - I drove).

The restored church is a lot more open and airy than I expected, the previous times we visited it was filled with scaffolding and temporary walls and you got no real idea of the scale of the thing. We were impressed by the "candy cane" columns, which have been painted much in the manner they would originally have been painted, but in muted, faded colours rather than the poke your eye out variety favoured by previous generations of restorers.

This is not to say the church is perfect - there was a quite appalling "installation" artwork with sub John Williams atmospheric movie score soundtrack. This has not gone down well with visitors, as evidenced by all but one of the comments in the visitors book.

I rather like this photo of the lime trees
outside, taken through a clear glass window

CHM knew St Savin well and while we sat in the garden behind the church told us something of the family who lived in the "Chateau" which is attached. He spent some time there as a child, including when he was evacuated from Paris during the 1939-45 unpleasantness. In a comment on a previous blog entry CHM said "This part of the abbey was known as the "château" and was the property of M. Édoux, of "Ets. Édoux-Samain," a Parisian lift or elevator builder of the late 19th and 20th century who was a friend of my father's. M. Édoux built this faux medieval tower to encase a hydraulic elevator, what else!"

The church gardens. The building on the left
was for many years the gendarmerie

After sitting in the garden and watching the swifts whirling and swooping we adjourned for refreshments (lunch, having been taken at least 3 hours earlier, had worn off).

Time for a beer and a history lesson

The view from the cafe.

We had a really pleasant, relaxing, but very informative afternoon with good company in pretty surroundings. What more could you ask for on a perfect late spring day?

Simon

PS. The morning was spent making cherry jam. We have to do our chores... This morning Susan will be making sauce from the last of the cherries we have picked. Unfortunately, it's raining, so we can't go and pick more cherries today.

Differences (and more cherry news)

Yesterday was sunny so...

We only picked 3Kg of cherries yesterday. This was because most of the morning was spent at the brico shop, and the afternoon was taken up using the stuff we bought at the brico shop to make a support for our boysenberry bushes/vines/whatever they are.

You can see the boysenberry trellis behind the tomatoes

Then we picked cherries. I have a new technique, which involves climbing into the tree, grabbing a branch, and shaking like a madman. Then all the cherries drop onto Susan's head and she collects them. It beats climbing ladders and plucking the cherries delicately from the branches.

That means we have picked 21kg so far, with probably another 11 - 15Kg left on the two trees we have been picking. Next week the two trees with big cherries will need picking, then hopefully we will get some respite before the last two trees need doing. We're keeping our fingers crossed that the peaches and nectarines won't be ready for about 6 weeks after that so we can get something besides picking fruit done. Susan stewed 2Kg of cherries this evening, and I made 500ml of cherry syrup concentrate with another kilo. (Actually it's Cherry and Grand Marnier ice cream topping). If we don't process the fruit when we pick it we will never keep up!

When we went to the brico place (that's a hardware shop to you non french speakers) I took a list written on my new French shopping list book. There are some things you just expect to be the same all over the world. I mean - notepads: it's paper in a block with some sort of binding, and sometimes they have lines on them to help you write in a straight line.

How many ways are there of doing this? One, you would suspect - the way it is done at "home". Imagine our surprise to discover that cultural assumptions can be misleading even when it comes to a notepad.

First of all I was excited to see that the French are obviously technical and use a lot of grid paper for planning stuff on. Then I was frustrated because although there was a lot of grid paper, there was no lined paper.

Then I was bemused to realise that the grid paper was lined paper - but lined both ways. I assume this has two benefits – it means that the notepad makers don't need to retool between making notepaper in landscape and portrait aspect, and if you put one letter in each box you end up with very neat writing.

Today no cherries (well - maybe a few); Ken, and CHM are coming over for lunch and then we are all off to St Savin, so we might make them pick cherries to work up an appetite. I intended to get out of bed early and go to BricoDepot to buy a shower cubicle and some more plumbing to install a shower, but the constant change in the weather and working in the garden has given me hayfever, so at the moment I am sitting...

Doing the shower should only take a couple of hours, so I expect to be struggling with it all next week.

Simon

Cherry Ripe

Weight of Cherries picked: 8Kg. Weather conversations:3

Progressive totals for month:
Weight of cherries picked:18kg (not including 4 or 5 kg eaten before weighing)
Weather conversations: (have run out of fingers and toes)

It will not surprise you, avid reader, that yesterday being a pleasant sunny day, we went and picked cherries. We had a picnic between bouts of picking, and I pruned the trees, which made picking the trees easier (the branches were on the ground) and will make picking cherries easier next year too.

Yesterday, from our gateway

When we got home I made Chillicherry Sauce:

1Kg Cherries, washed
1/4 cup white vinegar
little splash of water
Boil until fruit is soft, remove pips (easier said than done)

Grind together:
5 dried birds eyes chillies
2 teaspoon yellow mustard seeds
1 teaspoon Coriander seeds

Add to fruit, together with:
1 teaspoon Ginger Powder
1 cup sugar (more or less)

Boil until sticky and sort of sauce consistency (or about 104°C if you have a jam thermometer). This is my own recipe wot I made up all by myself and I am right chuffed wiv it.

It's easy picking cherries if the
branch is at ground level

We had it with chèvre at apéro time and it was pronounced a success. Our friend Chris (who is a proper chef and everything) said it did the job nicely. The chevre was bought by Susan at the market this morning, and was the strongly flavoured plugs from the cheese molds we first tried in May a couple of years ago. The chèvre maker farms at Champ d'Oeuf near Martizay and has a webiste here.

Simon

Via La Pouët

Here are some pictures from another of our favourite walks around Preuilly.

Going out of town up Route C1.

The wheat crop at La Pouët.

La Pouët.

Cattle near La Grotte

A very spic and span maison de vigne, in the ZA

(Zone Artisinal or Light Industrial Area).

Route C204 loops off the main road into town and allows
for a quieter, safer walk.

A link to the map showing the full route of this walk is here (in red).

Susan & Simon

Cherry Day

Susan wrote yesterday about the cherries and our plans for them, and today we finished processing the first 10KG (that's 22lb). That leaves about 30kg (at least) on the trees. Getting to them and then picking them will present a challenge, but not as much of a challenge as using them all.

First of all today I stewed some cherries (about 3kg) with a little sugar to stir into yoghurt or crème fraîche (or maybe even fromage blanc) as the whim takes us. Susan had already put about 1kg of cherries in a jar and topped it up with preserving alcohol so we can do cherry liqueur, which still left a pile of cherries to think about.

I've had a haircut, too.

I decided to make jam, and settled on David Lebovitz's "No Recipe Cherry Jam" recipe. The only real variation from the script was that I boiled the fruit and then passed them through a colander rather than pitting them (I don't have a cherry pitter), and as well as adding the juice of two lemons I put two lemon halves in the jam to cook.

Jam (and booze), all cherry flavoured.

The results are ever so slightly too lemony for my taste, but that zingy tartness does stop the jam being too icky. We had it for breakfast this morning, spead on fresh boule with a little butter and it was good. I mean really good. This was my first ever attempt at jam making, so I am quite pleased with myself.

And best of all? There is still 1kg of cherries left - to go into alcohol with sugar and spices. So for now, that's the cherries sorted.

What isn't sorted is our computers. The plan was to put two computers online, so Susan can do work without interrupting the important stuff like blogging and looking up recipes, the cost of floor tiles, how to do plumbing and a million and one other things (watching and/or listening to the cricket, for instance). Our problem is that although I am quite computer literate, I know nothing about networks, and am not well disposed to the thought of learning about it on top of all the other things I am trying to learn.

Simon

Note from Susan: Simon told me he didn't have time to sort out our network, so I got in touch with the IT guy at my office in London, and Bob Toovey, who I've come across in the blogosphere, to see if they could help. Bob runs Computing in France, and responded very quickly to my email. After a short email exchange, I then rang him and he spoke to Simon, checked what gear we have, whether we were using the right cables, what type of modem we have and so on. Bob made a few suggestions, including contacting our ISP, which I have followed up, and Robert, my work IT guy sent some useful links, so between them, I am sure we can make it work eventually. Looks like we do need an extra bit of hardware though.

Bananas and Mayflies

A couple of weeks ago I went to the Source Saint Marc in Chaumussay to check on the orchids on the hillside there. At the bottom of the hill is a particularly lush potager, and its owner is almost always working in the garden.

I stopped to chat with him and he let me know that there were beaucoup d'orchidées on le Petit Pressigny road. I complimented him on his banana palms and he replied that they had been retarded this year by the very cold winter. According to him it got down to -17°C. I told him about our fears of finding a wine lake in our house after the freeze and he laughed and said that the alcohol content would have protected the wine. Then he proudly pointed out his Red Hot Pokers Kniphofia and told me their French name, Tritoma. These have obviously self-seeded, because there are half a dozen plants on the very steep slope above le Chameau, mingling with the Lizard Orchids, with the springwater below spilling into a small fishpond.

There was a mayfly larval case on the underside of one of the bananas, and quite a few adults of several species resting on the nearby box trees, grasses and Nottingham Catchfly.


And in today's news: It rained fairly steadily all morning, so I cut the paeony flowers and brought them inside. With the weight of water drained off them they are looking much chirpier and hopefully will last indoors for a good few days.

We called in on Steve Palluel, the new co-owner of the château at La Celle-Guénand and got to see some of the interior. He is hard at work restoring the bedrooms and breakfast room in preparation for receiving paying guests. The bathroom he showed us is enormous. The whole complex is so picturesque, and all the windows seem to look out on to different hidden terraces. It's a proper château, too, with architectural features covering most centuries from the 11th onwards. He says they've been visited by Bâtiment de France (the arbitors of what can be done to historic buildings). BdF were very pleased to see the interior and structural elements, as they have never done so before, and Steve's sister is an architect, so all went well with the visit.

On the way back from La Celle-Guénand we called in on Bruno Douady, the mason in Le Petit Pressigny, to see the salvaged fireplace surround he suggested for us and to accept his devis for building us a new chimney and fireplace. The fireplace surround is perfect, very simple, in local tuffe limestone. M. Douady says he can do the chimney and fireplace in October, but the windows and door surrounds will have to wait until the spring. We looked at some nice salvaged tomettes in his store too, but sadly there were not enough to do our kitchen floor.

With all this rain, we are worried about our cherries. The sour cherries are ready to pick now, and the bigereau (sweet bi-coloured varieties) are only a week or two away. The rain will cause them to split on the tree and spoil very quickly if we pick them. We've chosen to pick as many as we can of the glowing scarlet sour cherries, with their translucent flesh. Today's harvest, which we managed to time to coincide with the pauses in the rain, was 8kg, of which we have processed 2kg into compote and 1kg in alcohol and destined to be liqueur. The other 5kg will need to be dealt with tomorrow, or they will go bad. Alex, Nicole, Isabella and Amélie Crawford came over from Les Limornières and picked a few kilos to make cherry wine with, but between us we've only picked about a third of the total crop so far. All our other local friends are disappearing under a pile of their own cherries, so we'll just have to come up with at least a dozen creative uses for cherries that can be achieved in a kitchen equipped with two campingaz stoves and a mini oven. Nicole very kindly brought over two mini pumpkin seedlings and a potiron seedling for our potager, so when the rain eases enough to make working in the vegetable garden possible again, they will get planted out near the melon, zucchini and cornichon.

The arrival of another storm put paid to any more cherry gathering, and we rushed home just in time for our appointment with our hairdresser neighbour Ghiselaine.

The one thing we did not do was return the car to Elvis. Since the temperature gauge on the dashboard never goes far above medium, we feel it is difficult to justify the car spending more time at the garage or spending more money on it.

Susan

Le Bois aux Prêtres

A few months ago Aynard de Clermont-Tonnerre, a wine producer from Saint Georges-sur-Cher, got in touch to say that he used to live in Boussay, a small village near Preuilly (so near, in fact, that our verger / potager is technically in the commune of Boussay). He particularly wanted to tell us that hidden in the woods on the edge of Boussay is a Roman theatre. It isn't marked, even on detailed IGN maps, and M. Clermont-Tonnerre says that the structure's stones were removed about a hundred years ago to be re-used in the road – quel dommage...

The Holy Mary Chapel, Boussay

Naturally we were intrigued, and as soon as we had a free morning, we drove out there to investigate. A wide grassy track (known locally as "the Roman lane") through the woodland leads you up the hill and then opens up to a clearing overlooked by the ruins of a chapel and a 19th century statue of Mary. We were delighted to see that the clearing was full of Fragrant Orchids and there were a few Fly Orchids, Lizard Orchids, Common Twayblades and Bee Orchids too. Moving off along the path which runs along the escarpment, we were even more delighted to discover abundant Red Helleborines in flower and White Helleborines in bud but not yet out.

Red Helleborine

We walked until the path ran out, and identified a shallow depression that may be the site of the theatre, although we can't be certain. M. Clermont-Tonnerre has sent us a couple of maps with the position marked, but even with a map reference and a GPS, once you are on the ground and peering through the vegetation trying to read the landscape, it is difficult to know what is natural and what is archaeology. There are certainly a lot of lumps and bumps in the ground, which suggests a lot of archaeology, but impossible for us to decipher.

A Roman Theatre?

In all we saw 10 species of orchid and had a very pleasant walk on a hot day. M. Clermont-Tonnerre tells us the wood is called le bois aux prêtres because during the Revolution the locals hid refactory priests who refused to change their allegiance from Rome to the French State.

Le Bois aux Prêtres

Susan

A quick note: my Uncle Geoffrey asked me last night about the ceiling that fell down, and whether I had done anything to cause this to happen. I was able to reassure him that the collapse was not totally unprovoked and he was in no danger of having ceilings fall on him unannounced when he visits, as one end of the ceiling had become detached when I took down the staircase, and my foot slipped occasionally when I was doing the bathroom floor, putting pressure on the other end.

Simon

The Instant Garden

When we moved from London we bought a lot of plants with us. True, we had two goes at it, and things didn't go as smoothly as they could have, but we got 95% of the plants we intended to bring over to Preuilly, and they are now installed in our front garden.

Add this to this and you get this

The front garden has prompted a lot of comments; apparently until quite recently foxgloves were a controlled plant (because of the digitalis) and the locals seem fascinated by it and often comment - goodness knows what comment the opium poppies will get! The other plant they cant resist commenting on is the twisted hazel - often we are asked if it is ill or diseased.

Yesterday we got the car back. Elvis seems worried that the radiator fan doesn't come on and the car will overheat. It all seems normal to me, and the needle on the temperature gauge seems to go to its regulal place and no further, so I am not sure. We have spent a lot of money on the car this week and the thought of spending more doesn't appeal, particularly when the engine temperature is the same as it has been for the past 2 years.

We didn't get to the block though - it rained, so going to water the plants wasn't necessary, and by the time we had collected the car, taken a trailer load of ex-bathroom walls and ex-ceiling to the dechetterie, been to the supermarket, bought more plants and looked at wellingtons (gumboots/galoshes), it was time to cook dinner (petit sale, since you ask). Today we planned to go and plant our new babies - a whole load of chilli plants, aubergines, leeks, beans, courgette, cornichon, and melons - but overnight it rained again, and because we looked at rubber boots rather than buying them we may have to look at Fridays work and just move on. The soil is pretty light when dry, but fast becomes a quagmire when wet.

This may mean we pick some cherries, then go to the flower and second hand stuff fete at Chaumssay before going to "des livres et des Roses" at Azay-le-Ferron.

Simon

Day One in the Garden

I have never really got gardening. You do it outside in the sun (I don't really do sun), it involves bending over a lot (which I don't do) and it is hard physical work (three words that strike terror into my heart). When I was growing up we had a fairly large garden, some of which was given over to growing stuff apart from grass, but anything we planted always seemed to come to fruition while we were on our summer holidays.

It is therefore somewhat surprising to me that the drive to purchase our new garden came from me as much as from Susan. I think part of the motivation for buying the block we did was that most of the really physical work had been done - it has fencing, mature trees and the ground was tilled. But it is big - the vegetable plot would take a tennis court, and there is about 4 hours worth of grass to mow under the trees.

Cherry trees. None of the cherries are ripe yet

Yesterday we went to the block for the first time to do gardening. Because the car was still with Elvis (for anyone entering this conversation here, no, I haven't gone doolally) we walked down, carrying an assortment of hoes, rakes and seeds.

Ready to plant

First we built up some rows of dirt, weeding out weeds (naturally...), then we sowed stuff: carrots, beet, beetroot, lettuce, sweetcorn,courgettes, some herbs, and some flowers for the table. Halfway through our work the neighbour from the next block called over, and we were amazed to find out we already vaguely know him - it's the old chap from the market who always calls Susan la p'tite dame. It turns out that the hazelnuts Susan bought from him two weeks ago came from our block. Twenty minutes later another car arrived and it was the lady who owns the next block over from the old chap. She introduced herself, and when we explained where we lived, commented on the pretty front garden with the flowers.

On Thursday when we were assuming control of the garden we met the man who makes hay on the large piece of land that borders on two side of the garden. Yesterday he stopped heaving hay bales (his machine had broken and he was doing it with a pitchfork) and had a chat with us about how good the trees were looking and how warm the weather was.

Discussing the weather. Yesterday's weather discussion tally: 3

Anyhow; gardening. Susan says you can grow to enjoy it.* I will reserve judgement on that for a year or so.

Then - this morning I got up at 7.00, went to the loo - and while I was in there I heard an almighty crash. At first I thought it was the top half of the staircase deconstructing itself, but on opening the toilet door I found the ceiling that once sat under the new bathroom floor was now sitting on a table by the back door.

The ceiling. I took the sheet of plaster
down even before I had a cup of tea.

So now I know what my job list for today is: clear debris, ring Elvis (yes, the car still wasn't ready yesterday) and then hopefully pick up car, buy aubergine plants, bean seedlings, melons, more tomato plants; plant the purchases then water the potager (even though yesterday evening we had 3 drops of rain), and go to the decheterie.

I feel like I need a lie down even before I have started.

Simon

*can't tell if she was trying to be funny or not...

Cherries, a new friend and some expensive repairs

Wednesday evening we took our now customary stroll, our route this time taking us down rue des Cygnes (Swan Street) and up the hill via the C2 towards la Pouët. As we came up the quiet sunken lane we could hear a bit of a rumpus eminating from the house at the top. There were lots of shouted instructions and a few cries of alarm or warning. As we came out of the trees and round the corner we could see why. Grandpère et petit fils were harvesting the cherries. That's Grandpère perched on a pallet held up by the tractor's hydraulic arm. When we first arrived, the young man on the ground was in the tractor cab, doing some final adjustment of his grandfather's distinctly perilous position.

Yesterday morning, after the usual domestic chores, we called in at the insurance office to sort out our health insurance. Marie-Hélène had given us a quote which we felt was outrageously expensive, so we went in to find out what the alternatives were. Fortunately, there seem to be a number of options and ways of reducing the cost and she is going to do us a new quote.

While we were there, a woman arrived and Marie-Hélène asked us if we knew one another. I recognised the woman as Louisa, an American who has spent most of her life, including much of her childhood, in France. We have run into each other a few times, but never been properly introduced or spoken beyond polite small talk. Many of our local friends know Louisa and ask if we know her, but somehow it has taken until now for us to connect. It turns out that Louisa's sister knows the blog and has also been asking Louisa if she knows us.

Two hours later we emerged from Marie-Hélène's office, having been almost completely side-tracked and having had a very enjoyable and informative conversation with Louisa and Marie-Hélène, who are clearly old friends. We only left when we did because we had an appointment with the vendor of our new orchard / veggie plot.

Louisa's barn (and if you think this is picturesque, you should see her house,
which apparently turns up occasionally in tourist magazines).

After an extremely hasty and inadequate lunch we walked down to the orchard and found Monsieur P, the vendor, had mowed and was waiting in the comfort of his car parked under the large walnut at the front of the block. We walked around the block and he showed us exactly where the boundary is and gave us half a dozen extremely sturdy looking Pierre Noir tomato plants, which we planted and watered together. He said he was giving up the garden because his wife is not well and they have moved away from Preuilly as a consequence. Although we do not pay for the block or get the deeds signed over until late July, he is happy to hand over the responsibility now and give us the benefit of this year's fruit crop and the opportunity to sow some vegetables.

We couldn't spend too long with him though, as we were waiting on a call from Elvis to say that the car was ready. When he didn't phone, I phoned the garage for a progress report. The receptionist said that the car was not ready and that we had better come up so Elvis could explain fully. That didn't sound good!

And it wasn't! Elvis said that the front passenger brake was leaking fluid and some of the mechanism needed replacing. He had ordered all the parts and was ready to do the work, but needed our go-ahead. We were expecting a bill of no more than a couple of hundred euros for the alternator belt and its associated parts. Instead, we will get a bill for nearly a thousand euros! And the car probably won't be ready until Saturday morning!

Susan

Elvis is alive and well...

... and works for M. Eric Petit.

Three weeks ago (is it really that long?) I wrote that our alternator belt started to fray as we drove out of London. I have been meaning to do something about it, but stuff was always getting in the way.

Looking down Route 8 towards Preuilly

Yesterday we went to M. Eric's garage to have it looked at. We had done all our dictionary work at home before leaving, so were hoping that communicating about the problem would not be a problem. I think we got away with it, too. We managed to communicate which belt was the problem, and that the cam belt didn't need replacing (which is an expensive job we had done 40,000km ago). The mechanic (the aforementioned Elvis) didn't want us driving the car around, so we left the car with him and walked home.

Yesterday was a hot day, but it was really pleasant in the shade

As it was a nice day we walked up to see to M Chaboisson, the menuisier, about "refreshing" our estimate for a staircase which was written about 2 years ago. From there we came back to Preuilly via Route 8 (see yesterday's post).

This year is a good one for Painted Lady butterflies

The rough grassy lane runs between banks about 2m high, so it is ideal for photographing wildflowers and the insects that visit them. The highlight of today's walk was undoubtedly the Golden-ringed Dragonfly Cordulegaster boltonii subsp boltonii (the French name is Cordulégastre annelé). We encountered a female, questing up and down for any opportunity to catch herself a meal. We waited patiently for a few minutes and she did indeed catch something. Although we didn't see exactly where she landed, Simon soon located her via the crunching sounds she made as she ate. This is a large and impressive dragonfly, always rare and only occurring where there is suitable habitat, so we are extremely happy to have seen her.

Golden-ringed Dragonfly

When we got home the man who is selling our garden to us rang, to ask if we would meet him this afternoon. I never thought I would ever hear myself say this:

"I'm not sure - aren't we going to be waiting for a call from Elvis?"

Susan and Simon

On Hidden Roads

I wrote on Sunday that we have discovered a new evening walk, but what I didn't say was how hidden it is.

There are a number of road classifications in France, the main ones being: A (autoroutes, often with tolls payable), N - sometimes RN (national roads, maintained by the French Government), D - sometimes RD (departmental roads, maintained by individual Departments), and C, maintained by communes. There are also ( although I can't find out what it means) R roads. Rurale? Rough? or maybe Ahhhhhhh - I'd forgotten about them...

This walk is mainly on R roads around Preuilly, but you start at the Mairie and head north along rue du Chaumont Patin, which beomes rue Notre Dame and then Route de Loches. Already it sounds a long way, but all this happens within the first 500 feet or so. Once you are at the bottom of the Chateau you turn along Chemin de la Garenne and things start to get rural. There are potagers on the left and the trees that surround the chateau to your right. Just before the chemin rejoins the main road there is a track on your right, boldly proclaiming itself to be R22

If you take this road (the other sign points toward "la Folie") you come across Route 7. Although it may not look like it, this is a crossroads. Taking a right turn here will lead you back to the chateau, but here we turned left.

These roads look abandoned and uncared for, but someone has been doing roadworks on Route 7, as evidenced by the following photo

A bit further along (It's difficult to judge these things - this is a 1½ mile walk that took us over an hour) you reach another intersection. Althought there are no signs to this effect, the new road is Route 8. Turn right here, looking out for traffic, naturally.

Standing on Route 8, looking towards Route 7

Follow this road and you eventually find the Route 8 sign. One hundred metres further along, and you're back in Preuilly.

I have done a mashup map type thing here (in blue), just in case you're ever in the area and looking to stroll.

Simon

A New Start

Yesterday was a Public Holiday in France, but in a couple of ways for us it was the first day of our new life.

We have been coming to Preuilly for 3 years, and for most of that time have been working during the day, and then after dinner (if not too tired) going for a walk. Yesterday we had breakfast, went for a walk, then Susan started doing her working from home, whilst I did some demolishing. (The fact I did some demolishing won't particularly be news, I am always demolishing).

After lunch we did some work tidying the back garden of the house and I planned my next move, which is installing the shower.

Having a walk in the morning was interesting - different birdsong, and because it was a nice day, amazing light. The whole day was so sucessful we are planning on using it as a template for the rest of the year - at least.

I have made a little movie, which was taken from the old roads surrounding the chateau.

Simon

Events in and around Preuilly for June 2009

Monday 1 – Tournoi de foot – USYP
Football (soccer) tournament.

Friday 5 – Tournon Saint Pierre – Concert
by the choir "la Chantournelle"

Saturday 6 – Cinéma

Saturday 6 & Sunday 7 – Ste Maure de Touraine – foire aux fromages
national cheese festival

Sunday 7 – Chaumussay – Fête des Fleurs et du Terroir
flower, local food and crafts fair.

Sunday 7 – Azay le Ferron – "des livres et des Roses"
book and rose fair


Tuesday 9 – Vaudeville – Salle des fetes

Friday 12 – Spectacle MCJ
Preuilly's young people dance concert – Classique, Modern jazz.

Saturday 13 – Kermesse – Ecole Notre Dame
Fair, Our Lady School.

Saturday 13 – Martizay – Fete de la Saucisse

Friday 19 – Auditions école de Musique
School of Music auditions.

Saturday 20 – Méchoui – ACPG
Anciens Combattants et Prisonniers de Guerre
The old soldiers and prisoners of war association are having a spit roast tonight

Saturday 20 – Fête de la Musique
Music Festival.

Sunday 21 – Concours de Pêche – La Brême
Fishing Competition.

Friday 26 – Fête – Collège Gaston Defferre

Market days in Preuilly are Thursdays and Saturdays. The market is held in Place des Halles in the morning.

On Saturday nights there is a pizza van in Place des Halles.