Monday, 16 February 2009

A quiet town...

Preuilly sur Claise is a quiet town most of the time.

Our usual soundtrack is the clucking of chickens, the calling of small wild birds, and the clatter of a self propelled sewing machine making its way through Place des Halles. On Sundays we hear the hound packs getting excited, and if the wind is blowing in the right direction we can hear the bells of l'Abbaye.

Occasionally though, this bucolic idyll is broken by the sound of training jets from Tours. It doesn't last for long, but it does provide a moment of excitement. If I am quick, it also provides an opportunity for me to be artistic.



Anonymous said...

Nice angle. Is that your new roof?

Simon said...

That is the new roof, with some of the reused slates, and some of the new ones.

I love the pattern of the slates and crochets.

Anonymous said...

I do too.

They seem to have done a great job.

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