Saturday, 29 August 2026

Surprise German Holiday Day 6

Yesterday we left Fritzlar and drove to Eisenach. Our second visit to this apparently thriving town, but this time we went to Wartburg Castle.






The castle sits on a large hill dominating the town, and was selected as the badge for Wartburg cars. It was the home of St. Elisabeth of Hungary, the place where Martin Luther translated the New Testament of the Bible into German, and the supposed setting for the possibly legendary Sängerkrieg, which inspired Wagner to write Tannhauser. It was also an important inspiration for Ludwig II when he decided to build Neuschwanstein Castle.

After that, Eisenach for a wander around, drinks, and dinner.




And after that we bid farewell to Linda and Philip as they head back to England, and we start heading towards Preuilly-sur-Claise.


Friday, 28 August 2026

Surprise German Holiday Day 5

Yesterday I spent half a day in Fulda and half a day driving too and from Frankfurt airport. Then we enjoyed tea on our terrace. 





Thursday, 27 August 2026

Wednesday, 26 August 2026

Surprise German Holiday Days 1, 2, and 3

On Sunday we left home to drive to Fritzlar to lend moral support to my cousin Linda as she gave her talk about our family's connection to the town.

Some of the things we saw along the way:








Tuesday, 25 August 2026

The Guibout Telegraph Fraud

We have written about the Chappe Telegraph system before (here and here) but what we didn't know was that the telegraph in Tours was involved in an intriguing criminal case.

The Chappe Telegraph in Chambray les Tours 

As is the case today, even in the nineteenth century if you receive market information before your rivals did, you could make money. A lot of money. If you know whether government bonds have risen or fallen before your competitors do, you can buy or sell accordingly.

In 1836, a fraud involving the Chappe telegraph was uncovered at Tours. It involved Guibout, a telegraph "stationnaire" at Tours, and the Blanc brothers, bankers in Bordeaux.

The Blanc brothers worked out a system by which they received information about movements in the Paris price of government funds before that information reached Bordeaux by normal means. Use of the telegraph was restricted to official government communications, so ordinary commercial news travelled by mail.

The scheme was simple, but effective. Their Paris correspondent, Gormand, (and later a man called Franck), sent parcels to Guibout by mail coach. The parcels contained gloves or stockings. Their colour indicated whether the price had risen or fallen. Between August 1834 and August 1836, 121 parcels were sent.

Guibout worked at telegraph station No. 4, which was situated on the mairie in Tours. After receiving the parcel, he inserted a false signal into the first message he had to transmit towards Bordeaux and then sent the telegraph signal meaning “error”. The false signal continued along the line and was repeated from station to station until it reached Bordeaux. There, the message was corrected with the error signal and the false signal removed from the official transmission

At Bordeaux, the inserted signal was received by Pierre Renaud, a former telegraph employee, who passed the information to the Blanc brothers.

The fraud was discovered in August 1836. A search of Guibout's house foun letters, telegraph notes, gloves and money. The investigators also found a notebook containing telegraph signs corresponding to the days of the week and indications involving white or coloured gloves. 

The trial took place before the Court of Assizes at Tours from 11 to 14 March 1837. Guibout, Renaud and the Blanc brothers were prosecuted under the provisions of the Penal Code concerning corruption. The prosecution alleged that Guibout had received payments for transmitting the signals and that the Blanc brothers had arranged the payments. The possible penalties included civic degradation, a fine equal to twice the value of the payments or goods received, and imprisonment for up to five years. 

The jury found that Guibout had transmitted signals other than those of the administration and had received payments for doing so. However, it found that he had not made those transmissions "in the exercise of his official employment". This meant that the corruption provisions did not apply. Guibout and the Blanc brothers were therefore absolved and ordered to pay the costs of the trial.

The case showed the government that its control of the telegraph rested on administrative practice rather than legislation. A law was subsequently passed establishing the government's monopoly over telegraph communications. It was enacted on 2 May 1837.

A big thanks to my brother who alerted me to this!

Monday, 24 August 2026

Perfect with Your Melon

I was in Karim's (the CocciMarket in Preuilly-sur-Claise) the other day, and noticed the Vendee Ham has an instruction on it.

Who am I to disobey an instruction?


Ok, it's not really an instruction, but ham and Charentais melon is a local classic, and if they suggest their ham is "parfait avec vôtre melon" that's good enough for me.

Jambon de Vendée is a traditional raw ham that is cured by hand in dry salt before being rubbed with a blend of wine, brandy and aromatic herbs and spices, including cinnamon, pepper, thyme and bay leaf.

The ham is then wrapped in cloth and pressed between two wooden boards, which gives it its distinctive rectangular shape. Unlike many other cured hams, this variety undergoes only a relatively short drying period, as the pressing process helps to accelerate the curing.

In October 2014, Jambon de Vendée was awarded Protected Geographical Indication (PGI) status, a designation that recognises the product's regional origins and quality as well as its traditional production methods. It is now considered the third most popular French ham, after those of Bayonne and Aoste.


Friday, 21 August 2026

A Missed Anniversary

Yesterday was the 20th anniversary of our first blog post.

The blog started as an open letter to our friends and families, partly to counter accusations of "you didn't tell us that". At first we posted whenever we had something we needed to say and had time to write about it, which meant we wrote on 2 January 2007 about the fact we had bought this house - an event which happened on 21 November 2006. On 8 February 2008 we started posting daily at 9.00am. More recently we stopped posting at the weekend, because even scintillating writers like us need a rest.

Two weeks ago we also missed the 20th anniversary of signing to buy this house. Our only excuse is that the recent string of canicule (5 so far this year) have turned our brains to mush.

We recently lost probably our most avid reader, which caused us to question whether we would continue.

As you can see, we have decided we will. We have met many interesting people through the blog, and it would be a pity if we lost that.

I don't know if we have another 10 years of blogging in us, I guess we'll just have to wait and see.

Thursday, 20 August 2026

PhotObjectif

Rieja van Aart, a local art photographer https://riejavanaart.ultra-book.com/, recently organised a photography exhibition https://www.lepetitpressigny.fr/medias/association/Flyer_photobjectif_2026.pdf over the weekend just gone in Le Petit Pressigny. Our friend Ingrid de Winter was invited to submit works and we went to support her. There was quite a crowd on Sunday afternoon when we were there, and the quality of the works was very high. The exhibition was a credit to all concerned, and quite remarkable in such a small village (population about 350 I reckon). The venue was the old school and surrounds. I ran into a friend I hadn't seen for over a year, which was really nice, and got to chat briefly with Rieja and her husband Leonard, who I've known for a while. We encountered Ingrid on our way over as she was cycling back home in the heat!

Here are a few photos I took. I avoided taking photos of people and people's works of art out of courtesy to them as it didn't feel appropriate on the day. So you will just have to take my word for it that the exhibition was very interesting and varied.


The exhibition banner.

Photobjectif exhibition banner, le Petit Pressigny, France.


I got very excited as we arrived and I saw someone putting blue cloths out in the sun. Oooh goody I thought, someone is doing a cyanotype demonstration. Ahem...they turned out to be tea towels drying, after doing the lunchtime washing up...
Tea towels drying on a bush, France.


One of the artists was producing works using compost.
Photographic work featuring compost, France.


You can see why I was confused -- someone had done a cyanotype!
Cyanotype, France.


Ingrid is a wildlife photographer, so her submissions are of birds. On the left a crow and on the right a spoonbill.
Bird photography in exhibition, France.


Wednesday, 19 August 2026

What IS That Thing

Yes, it's a steam locomotive, but all is not what it seems


Outside the Cité du Train in Mulhouse, mounted on a plinth beside the car park, it's a survivor from the early days of French railways: a PLM 030 TB steam locomotive. Built for the former Paris-Lyon-Méditerranée (PLM) railway it was intended primarily for freight and shunting work.

The locomotive dates from around 1860, making it a genuine 19th-century machine and a reminder of how compact early steam locomotives were. Its open-sided cab, small driving wheels and exposed mechanical equipment make it look primative compared to the large express locomotives that dominate railway museums.

But here's the "what is": although displayed as PLM 030 TB 2 the locomotive is a confection, reconstructed from components of several early locomotives, rather than a completely original survivor.

Tuesday, 18 August 2026

Assumption Day Gathering

We have previously been to the Lésigny Assumption Day car gathering (held in conjunction with their brocante, to which we have never been) five times: 20172018, 2019, 2024, and 2025.

Now make it six.

This year we went with John from "Anne and John across the road". We had invited them in 2024, but only Anne was able to make it. This year John was free, but Anne was busy.

Claudette wearing her rally plaque. This is a new development this year, and at 5€, a bargain.

As is traditional we arrived just in time for breakfast (excellent home made terrine and camembert on a serve yourself basis), and then departed on the 30km circuit (theoretically 10am, but actually about 11am). We drove through la Roche Posay, Boussay, and Chambon, having taken a short cut at the start which placed us near the front of the convoy when we rejoined. The shortcut was because the signage in Lésigny was obscure, and the Jaguar driver in front of us was confused. Hey ho...

Through the Arch at la Roche Posay

As is now traditional, once we were on narrow country roads going up a fairly steep hill, the lead car (possibly the oldest car there) declined to proceed, leaving the rest of us fretting about the state of our radiators. It wasn't as long a technical pause as last year, so Claudette didn't come anywhere close to boiling and soon cooled down again.

You can see volunteers trying to push start the stalled car. That's not Claudette, we were following another Traction Avant

When we arrived back in Lésigny Susan claimed a table in the shade by a simple expedient of laying a tablecloth. We had a convivial lunch of melon and ham starter, followed by salad niçoise, and flummery, looking elegant with our period correct looking picnic hamper (and accoutrements).

You can see how hot and dry it has been

After lunch we forewent the swim in the river and came home. It was too hot.

Monday, 17 August 2026

Zucchini Slice

Every summer the dreaded zucchini glut arrives. Friends (Huub and Ingrid I'm looking at you) and neighbours insist on offloading gigantic marrow sized things on your doorstep. Or you have yourself made the mistake of allowing more than one zucchini plant to grow, on the grounds that the last time you did that it was the coldest summer on record and your zucchini did not thrive. Well, I think you are safe from that one in these days of increasingly record breaking hot summers...

Half a marrow sized zucchini, seeds removed and tediously grated by hand as we don't own a food processor.

Ingredients

2 large zucchini, grated
1 large onion, chopped
150 g chunky lardons
1 cup flour
1 tsp baking powder
Half a cup of oil
4 eggs
1 cup of grated cheese
Salt and pepper to taste.

Method

Turn the oven on to preheat to 180 C.
Grease a deep square baking dish or a lasagne dish.
Mix all ingredients together thoroughly and pour into the prepared dish.
Bake in the oven for 30-40 minutes.
Leave for 5-10 minutes before cutting and serving.

Can serve 6 as a main, or 12-18 as part of a series of small plates (tapas, aperodinatoire, etc). Serve warm or room temperature, with salad.

A serving for two that I cooked in the air fryer because the weather is so hot at the moment and I didn't want to turn the oven on.

It is curious to think that Europeans have really only been eating zucchini since the 19th century. The ancestor of this rampant and productive squash had arrived from the Americas earlier, but it was so different to anything anyone was used to eating that it took a while to catch on. Zucchini and marrow are the same species, Cucurbita pepo, and the difference is size/maturity. The word zucchini first appeared in Italian cook books in the 1840s, after Milanese gardeners developed a small tender cylindrical dark green squash that became C. p. var cylindrica. The word marrow first appeared in British cook books in the 1820s. Zucchini is first mentioned in print in Britain in the early 20th century, a couple of decades before the word courgette is used in either France or Britain.

Zucchini Slice was a mainstay of Australian summer gatherings when I was growing up. Everybody made it, because everyone had too many zucchini. It has that extreme simplicity and low cost that makes it popular when you are cooking for a gathering or a family. The cheese and bacon ensure it tastes of something, without complication or too much cost.

Friday, 14 August 2026

Extra Added Insulation

At the end of June I wrote about putting tinfoil on the outside of our windows that don't have shutters. This has worked really well, even though it's fragile enough to need taking down every evening in case it blows away during the night.


I knew there had to be a more durable solution, and this is it. I went into Norauto, the car people, and bought 3 very cheap (2€99 a piece) car windscreen sunshades. They're foil covered on both sides, with bubble wrap in between. A bit of judicious scissor work and the house is as dark as a boot, but 20°C (at least) cooler than outside.


I can fill in that inconvenient gap with offcuts

Yesterday the temperature inside was 26°C, in the shade in the back garden 40 °C, and by the back door 47°C (and climbing). I still have to work out a definitive way of attaching them, but I'm getting close.

Thursday, 13 August 2026

There it Goes

Like the rest of south western Europe we spent the past week unsuccessfully looking for eclipse glasses. This meant that yesterday evening we had to resort to holding binoculars up to the sun and looking at the resultant projected image.

19:38

19:51

19:54

20:05

20:13

20:20

And then just when it started to get light again, it started getting dark.

Some of these photos aren't as sharp as I'd like. It's a function of trying to hold the binoculars perfectly still at arm's length, with the correct combination of focus and distance from the target piece of paper.

The precision science team in action.

The next total solar eclipse is in Sydney the day before my birthday in 2028. We might have to start saving.


Wednesday, 12 August 2026

Revisiting Saint Benoit du Sault

 Once again we ended a lovely day trip into the Anglin Valley in the very attractive small town of Saint Benoit du Sault. We'd been here once before, on a wet day exactly twelve months before. This time it was stinking hot. It's very picturesque, well worth visiting and wandering around its medieval sandstone streets. 

Saint Benoit du Sault, France.


Medieval gateway into the old town centre.
Medieval gateway, Saint Benoit du Sault, France.



Saint Benoit du Sault, France.
Belfry, Saint Benoit du Sault, France.

Belfry.



Saint Benoit du Sault, France.


A medieval street.

Medieval street, Saint Benoit du Sault, France.


Further reading: Simon's post on Saint Benoit du Sault from last year https://daysontheclaise.blogspot.com/2025/07/saint-benoit-du-sault.html