Showing posts with label Further Afield. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Further Afield. Show all posts

Tuesday, 29 July 2025

Saint-Benoît-du-Sault

Saint-Benoît-du-Sault is a medieval village, perched in a curve on a rocky butte overlooking the Portefeuille River in the former province of Berry. Since 1988, it has been a Plus Beaux Village de France.

We went there last Thursday, after our damp picnic lunch. This means we weren't 100% in exploring mode, and it started to rain soon after we arrived. Thus, we only have photos of a few of the buildings, but we will be going back.

The gatehouse into the centre of the medieval town, which has a belfry attached.



There are dozens of medieval houses. This one caught the eye.


This is the rue du Portugal, although in the direction away from Portugal.


Some of these photos are courtesy of my cousin Linda. She was able to take photos because she was wearing a raincoat, whereas I was doing umbrella wrangling.

Tuesday, 15 July 2025

Low Food Miles Apples

Our ComCom (Communauté de communes Loches Sud Touraine) has joined a network to allow small local producers to distribute within our local area more efficiently. The platform, which originated in Lyon, is called la Charrette ('the cart'). It connects and matches producers, distributors and social canteens (schools, aged care facilities, etc).

 

Tony at the market in Preuilly with organic apples.

Organic apples at a market in France.

In the Sud Touraine 80% of consumers do most of their food shopping at the supermarket. The supermarkets do sell local produce, 'playing the game'. However, most supermarket shoppers may like the idea of 'local' but are motivated by other concerns when spending. 

There are exceptions within the supermarket franchises, with several managers of local supermarkets convinced of the value of stocking local produce. They've done deals with nearby breweries, dairy co-operatives, orchards and graziers. They acknowlege it takes more time, and the products have to be carefully positioned, but they find it rewarding both personally and financially.

 

Sandy at the market in Preuilly with organic apples.

Organic apples at a market in France.

Buying 'local' is an act of political and social responsibility. Thus the local authority is keen to encourage and facilitate it.

I buy my organic apples from local orchardists Tony and Sandy, who own Fruit Ô Kalm, just outside of town. They deliver a small part of their production to the primary school canteen in Yzeures sur Creuse. Tony says that when he delivers €50 worth of apples to the school, it's not really financially rewarding, but it's about contributing to the education of the kids, and acting on his and Sandy's personal values. Tony and Sandy's fruit can now also be found at Saveurs Lochoises, thanks to the ComCom's new network. He's happy, but if he could sell enough in Loches he would not bother to go all the way to Tours to sell his produce. Distributing his own produce several times a week is really time consuming, and can be expensive. The new network can help with that, bringing producers together so they can share deliveries. At the moment there are 80 members of the network.

 

Bus stop advertisement for Centre-Val de Loire produce.

Advertisment for Centre-Val de loire produce, France.

Tony and Sandy are already used to working with similar networks and use the regional network Bio Centre-Val de Loire to get their produce to Paris. It costs them €150 per pallet, but it's worth it when that is transporting €2000 worth of produce.

The schools and other social canteens (Fr. restauration collective) are important drivers of the project, as since the beginning of last year they have to be working with good quality ingredients that are at least 50% from sustainable sources, and 20% organic.


Information from the ComCom newsletter No 12 été 2025.

Saturday, 19 October 2024

Further Afield

Our usual Saturday blog post is about somewhere other than the Touraine. This week is somewhat different.

I rode the Vicar yesterday, my first bike ride for over 12 months. It wasn't far, but it's the furthest afield that I have travelled under my own steam since before my operation.


Saturday, 31 August 2024

Plane on a Stick

We (I) love a plane on a stick. This is a Dassault Mirage IIIB two seater training jet previously of the French Air Force, now a roundabout decoration in Saint-Amand-Montrond. Susan photographed it last year on our way to Italy.




There are a number of planes on sticks near Tours, but they are all commercial propeller craft. The most notable is also on a roundabout: near the Tours Airport is a Beechcraft 99 that was once flown to Miami and back. It's not as exciting as a jet capable of over twice the speed of sound, though.

Wednesday, 31 July 2024

Sunset on the Golfe du Morbihan

I can't believe that this photo was taken over 6 weeks ago. An awful lot has happened since then.


My health is continuing to improve. There are still a few (not inconsiderable, but I'll spare you the details) niggles, but I'm noticing a general improvement.

Saturday, 27 July 2024

What is the Polish Connection to a Small Town in Deux-Sevres?

On our way back from Morbihan in June we stopped off for a toilet break in Airvault in Deux-Sevres. I took ten minutes to check out the interior of the church. One of the things which struck me was a painting of the Madonna, with a plaque underneath in French and Polish. It said the painting was a gift from Polish soldiers on 4 April 1940. 

What, I wondered, were Polish soldiers doing in a small town in the middle of nowhere in western France in April 1940, and why had they wished to make this gift? A bit of digging on the internet revealed a little known story that was part of a much bigger picture...

 

The Polish Madonna in the church at Airvault.

Madonna gifted by Polish troops in the church at Airvault, Deux Sevres, France. Photo by loire Valley Time Travel.

In September 1939 Poland was invaded by Nazi Germany and the USSR. On 3 September France declared war on Germany. In December 1939, France welcomed thousands of Polish soldiers, fleeing the occupation of their country. By June 1940 there were over 80 000 Polish soldiers in France. The men wore French military uniforms (with a Polish eagle on their berets), officers wore Polish uniforms. This was an Allied Army, attached to the French Command, but fighting under its own flag. More than half of these men were volunteers who were Polish immigrants already living in France when the War broke out, the rest were recruited from Poland.

Opened in 1939 on land requisitioned from private owners, the camp at Veluché straddled three municipalities territories (Airvault, Jumeaux and Saint-Loup), and closed in March 1941.  In this period of under two years it had two distinct functions. From September 1939 to June 1940 it was primarily a training camp for the Polish Army (and a staging post for some Polish refugees who came via Hungary and Romania). The Polish government, led by General Sikorski in exile in Angers, decided to open two training camps for its refugee soldiers - one at Coëtquidan and another at Veluché. The proximity to a north-south train line with a double track, and a cement factory were the major deciding factors in choosing the location, as well as the fact that it was out of the way, in the middle of nowhere, hidden by trees, and very far from the Front Line.

 

The imposing market hall in the centre of Airvault.

Market hall, Airvault, Deux Sevres, France. Photo by loire Valley Time Travel.

The camp was constructed by a thousand Spanish Republicans, who were themselves refugees, supervised by French engineers. It was originally composed of five sections in an unenclosed triangle stretching over four kilometres and was primarily for training. There was also an arms depot, administration facilities, a medical service, water tower, observation posts and blockhouses, and a bakery, with roads, some sort of sewage treatment facility and electricity. 

Although there were 500 barracks constructed of concrete, brick, timber and stone, with slate or fibro-cement roofs, to house newcomers, the soldiers were billeted with local residents, or allocated to empty barns, houses and attics, once they had received their basic training, mainly in Airvault, but also in Thouars, la Gatine and le Bocage. The local mayors had some difficulty finding accommodation for all these men, and the winter of 1939 was an unusually hard one. Officers were of course billeted in the homes of local residents in more comfort, and were given French lessons by volunteers. Hosts were paid 90 francs a month to provide a room and the officers were given 20 francs a day to cover their meals at local restaurants and cafés.

 

Medieval timber framed building in Airvault.

Timber framed medieval building in Airvault, Deux Sevres, France. Photo by loire Valley Time Travel.

The more solid buildings were for housing the men, the timber buildings stabled horses used for transport and anti-tank batteries. There was an exercise field and a vast shooting range, and the soldiers were given long heavy World War I era rifles. Originally intended for 16 000 troops, in the end about 35 000 Poles, most of them aged between 16 and 18 years old, passed through the camp in ten months, creating unbreakable links with the local population. The camp's activities stretched over neighbouring fields, and arrangements were made with local farmers to establish when they could work their land. The road would be blocked while shooting practice was going on.

What stands out from the personal testimonies of locals who remember this time is the impression of the sheer numbers of men and how they were everywhere. Residents heard them singing and marching all the time, and shopkeepers reported that 75% of their takings were from these soldiers. There was an appreciation that these men were here to defend the French, and the future. Informal contact with the locals was warm, friendly, polite and respectful. So long as their French hosts spoke slowly and clearly the Poles understood most of what was being said to them. They knew the tune of the Marseillaise, although they were a bit vague on the lyrics. At Airvault they arrived on the train the week before Christmas, and suddenly they were everywhere. They clogged up the streets so that you couldn't circulate. They were very pious, drank the place dry and bought a lot from the shops in town. They sang beautifully and greatly enhanced the Mass, and especially Christmas. All these things made a strong impression on the locals. 

 

The very large church on the market square in Airvault.

Airvault, Deux sevres, France. Photo by loire Valley Time Travel.

Charitable Franco-Polish organisations held events to ensure good friendly links between the two communities. There were concerts, theatre evenings, religious ceremonies, wreath laying ceremonies, military presentations, and a celebration of the Polish national day. In a six month period from December 1939 to May 1940 there were 22 public events of this nature in the area. One of the local newspapers had a daily column dedicated to the activities of the Polish soldiers. The soldiers also got quite a bit of attention from the young women of the area. The interest and kindness was reciprocated, and churches in both Airvault and Bressuire received gifts of copies of the painting of the Black Madonna of Czestochowa in 1940, and a cross was erected on the roadside near the station at Airvault.

But in June 1940 it was the Germans who were everywhere. One group of Polish soldiers left for the Front at Belfort. Others managed to get to England by embarking from la Rochelle, and participated in the Normandy landings four years later. On 21 June 1940 the camp was completely empty. The last eight Polish soldiers and a civilian were machine gunned down at the railway station. The same day the Germans entered Airvault. Shortly afterwards they discovered the existance of the camp. 

 

Airvault, which I noticed was home to a good population of Swifts.

Airvault, Deux Sevres, France. Photo by loire Valley Time Travel.

From October 1940 to March 1941 it became a prison camp for 'colonial' soldiers. Veluché was rather convenient for the Nazis. As they advanced at breakneck speed, they found themselves with tens of thousands of French soldiers to imprison. Amongst these there were a lot of men of colour, from the colonies (Antilles, Senegal, Morocco and elsewhere in Africa, Indochina). They made up nearly half the French Army. Propaganda from the 1920s meant that there still was a good deal of fear of 'blacks' amongst the Germans, and they didn't want these men detained in Germany.

The Nazis had already decided to create a prison camp for 'colonials' in the west of France. Veluché was perfect, and it became Fronstalag 231. The first prisonners arrived in October 1940. In total, in six months, around 12 000 soldiers of 28 nationalities were detained here. According to the official lists, only three Spanish and four French men were held here, including Jacques Ménard, who later became a Senator and Mayor of Thouars. Why he was held here is a mystery though.

 

Airvault.

Airvault, Deux Sevres, France. Photo by loire Valley Time Travel.

Although the hundred or so other Fronstalags in France were managed by the French, Veluché was managed by the Wehrmacht directly, using mainly Austrian veterans, with twenty doctors (12 Germans and 8 French). Visits from local 'godmothers' were encouraged by the priest in Airvault.

In the beginning it wasn't the worst camp in which to live, but in January 1941 there was a turning point. There had been more than a hundred escapes, so the Germans put their minds to tightening security, mainly by employing younger guards.

 

Church porch, Airvault.

Church porch, Airvault, Deux Sevres, France. Photo by loire Valley Time Travel.

But the following month, another turn. An epidemic of tuberculosis began, to add its ravages to the already rampant dysentry. Eyewitness accounts tell of thick black smoke, leading historians to suppose that the bodies were burnt. Soon after, in March 1941, the camp was closed for good. Today, few vestiges remain of the camp itself, as it was demolished by the Germans.

After the War the bodies of 26 African troops were recovered from a mass grave near the water tower in the camp. They were reinterred in a dedicated military memorial cemetery at Airvault. There seems also to have been an incident in June 1940 when the railway station at nearby Thouars was bombed and some Polish soldiers were killed, and subsequently buried in a ditch at Airvault.


Sources: local history professor and Poitiers University lecturer, Mattieu Manceau, whose book on the subject, Un camp en Deux-Sèvres, Veluché 1939-1941, came out last year, and Gazet@ Beskid, a French language Polish online magazine.

Saturday, 13 July 2024

Why Visit Morbihan (Brittany)?

 Part of the Carnac alignment of standing stones (menhirs).

Alignment of prehistoric standing stones, Carnac, Morbihan, Brittany, France. Photo by loire Valley Time Travel.

We recently spent a very successful short break in Morbihan, staying in a cabin (Fr. mobile home) in a caravan park at Carnac. Morbihan is a county (Fr. département) in the south of Brittany (Fr. Bretagne) on the Atlantic coast, around the Gulf of Morbihan. Inland it is agricultural, on the maritime side it is fishing and pleasure boat ports. It is a beautiful part of France, where the hydrangeas are blue and the stone is granite. To my mind there are three main reasons for going to Morbihan:

 

Wild Foxgloves Digitalis purpurea (Fr. Digitale pourpre) were abundant on roadsides and woodland edges.

Foxglove Digitalis purpurea, Morbihan, Brittany, France. Photo by loire Valley Time Travel.

 

1. The prehistoric stone structures.

The number of prehistoric menhirs (standing stones), cairns (dry stone covered chamber tombs) and tumuli (earth covered tombs) is astonishing. They are everywhere! and each more interesting and intriguing than the next. We stayed across the road from the famous alignments of Carnac. Which is impressive enough, as it is several rows of standing stones which go on for some kilometres. But then we visited the island of Gavrinis, and got to go inside the cairn. The young archaeologist conducting the tour was excellent. After that we saw the related tombs across the water at Locmariaquer and then a few more that I don't even remember the name of. Some are publicly owned, carefully guarded by heritage professionals and there is an entry fee. Others are on private property and access is freely granted. They date from the time four to six thousand years ago that man was just settling down to live in small fixed communities rather than being nomadic. We were awestruck to be allowed inside these remarkable links with the distant past, and to be allowed to take photos. Frankly it beggars belief that Morbihan is not UNESCO World Heritage Listed for its prehistoric landscape.

 

The remains of a marvellous meal of Breton mussels (Fr. moules bretonne).

Remains of a meal of mussels, Morbihan, Brittany, France. Photo by loire Valley Time Travel.

2. The distinctive Bretonne cuisine, in which dairy and seafood feature strongly.

Brittany has maintained its own culture and even its language rather better than some other regions of France. The list of gourmet delicacies that come from Brittany is long: kouign amann (butter cake); far breton (prunes in a thick pancake); palets, galettes and sablés bretons (plain biscuits); seafood especially shellfish (mussels, oysters, clams) and sardines; cider; salted butter; salted butter caramel; crèpes and galettes (savoury crèpes made with buckwheat flour); quatre quart (pound cake); cocos de Paimpol (dried white beans); andouille de Guémené (chitterlings); lait ribot (buttermilk); cotriade (fish soup); farz (pasta made from buckwheat flour); artichokes; strawberries; pink onions. Some of these have made it out of Brittany and can be encountered anywhere in France now, especially in places where Bretons migrated to, like the Montparnasse quartier of Paris. But others, whilst known to foodlovers, have to be discovered in their home territory. We had the best mussels we've ever eaten, quite by chance, by lobbing up to a restaurant on a small harbour because it was lunchtime and we were passing. No consulting of restaurant reviews, just a quick perusal of the menu board outside to check they did the kind of food we liked at the price we wanted to pay. Kouign Amann is a must have if you are in Brittany, and we bought ours from a small stall in Carnac market that was selling nothing else. 

 

 Le Grand Menhir at Locmariaquer fell not long after it was erected and broke into four enormous chunks.

le Grand Menhir, locmariaquer, Morbihan, Brittany, France. Photo by loire Valley Time Travel.

3. Sailing and other water sports.

We didn't participate in any watersports this time, but it was clear that the Gulf of Morbihan is a paradise for anyone wanting to learn to sail or get to grips with sea canoeing, paddle boarding or kite surfing. It's a big protected inlet and there are hundreds of boats big and small moored in the many harbours. We saw yachts ranging from century old yawls that now take tourists out to islands for day trips, to enormously tall masted trimarans with the very latest in high tech sails [link]. Even if you know nothing about boats it's picturesque and alluring.

 

 Kouign Amann at the market in Carnac.

Kouign Amann at the market in Carnac, Morbihan, Brittany, France. Photo by Loire VaLLey Time TraveL.

Once you've visited the area you know why hundreds of French families have holidayed there since the 19th century, even though Brittany is famous for weather which includes drizzly rain nearly every day. There is so much to do, so much opportunity to just relax and take it easy, and the visibility of the Breton culture means that you know you are not at home. The locals clearly rely on tourists for a significant chunk of their annual income, but the place has not been turned into a caricature of itself. Bretons are proud to speak their language and practice their culture and would do so whether there were tourists or not. I was interested to see that the SuperU supermarket in Carnac had an extensive selection of local produce, including ceramics, baked goods, drinks and caramels. It was a one stop souvenir shop as far as I was concerned and I bought a mug, some pommeau (an apple liqueur), beer, kouign amann (again...) and salted caramel sauce. At the market there was a stall selling the iconic stripey shirts that Bretons are stereotyped as wearing. Of course it was aimed at the tourists, but the locals do genuinely wear them too, so we bought one each. They are good quality and weren't expensive.

 

 Artichokes at Carnac market.

Artichokes at the market in Carnac, Morbihan, Brittany, France. Photo by Loire VaLLey Time TraveL.

We had such a nice time we can't believe we never made it up there before, and we certainly have plans to return.

 

Caravan park. Our cabin was through the arch.

Caravan park, Carnac, Morbihan, Brittany, France. Photo by Loire VaLLey Time TraveL.


Some sort of aquatic exercise class. 

The photo makes it look as if it was very early in the morning, but in fact it was 10 am.

Swimming at Carnac, Morbihan, Brittany, France. Photo by Loire VaLLey Time TraveL.


Part of the alignment of prehistoric standing stones at Carnac.

Part of the alignment of prehistoric standing stones at Carnac, Morbihan, Brittany, France. Photo by loire Valley Time travel.


Embarking at Gavrinis Island.

Embarking at Gavrinis island, Morbihan, Brittany, France. Photo by loire Valley Time Travel.

Saturday, 6 July 2024

Locmariaquer

When we were in Brittany (what feels like years ago now) the stone alignments of Carnac were our first priority - a novelty that you get blasé about pretty quickly because there are so many of them.

Once we had been to Gavrinis we needed to go to Locmariaquer. One of the large stones in the ceiling of Cairn of Gavrinis was once part of a huge carved dolmen at Locmariaquer, and there were other attractions - it was raining, and the idea of spending time out of the rain was appealing.

The first thing you see is the Er Grah tumulus, a long mound of stone covering multiple burial chambers. And by long, I mean 140 metres long and about 15 metres wide. Many of the stones used in its construction have been used elsewhere, but it's still an amazing piece of work. There has been considerable restoration done on the tumulus since it was used as a car park in the 1970s. It's really difficult to get an idea of how big it is, so here's an aerial view.



The Table des Marchands is a cairn that has a large capstone supported by upright stones. This has a couple of carved stones inside a la Gavrinis, including some on the ceiling. Like Gavrinis, it's a dry stone construction over a long chamber.



The third amazing thing is the Grand Menhir Brisé, a large broken standing stone. The stone was originally 20.60 metres tall and weighed about 330 tons. It stood upright, but now lies in several pieces, and quite a large chunk (according to our guide at Gavrinis) found its way there. There were once nineteen menhirs in an alignment, all of them apparently worked and smoothened.

Remember: all the rock you see, plus another piece, were all part of one standing stone.


These structures are believed to have been erected during the Neolithic period, around 4500 to 3300 BCE. The purpose of the megaliths is not definitively known, but as usual they are thought to have had ceremonial or religious significance.

One thing that struck me was continuity of purpose. At the foot of the monuments is the town cemetery.


Friday, 28 June 2024

Boats in Brittany


There are a lot of boats in and around the Gulf of Morbihan. These are a few of the more interesting ones.

The Unity of Lynn, an English smack, was launched in 1906 in Boston, Lincolnshire. Her homeport is Saint Goustan, Auray.


The Lys Noir is a French gaff rigged yawl built by the Barrière d'Arcachon shipyards in 1914.


Sails of Change is a maxi-trimaran preparing for a huge challenge. The objective is to win the Jules Verne Trophy by beating the round-the-world record held since 2017: 40 days, 23 hours, and 30 minutes.





Wednesday, 26 June 2024

The Alignments of Carnac

The reason we went to Brittany last week was to see the Alignments of Carnac. There's over 3,000 standing stones (menhirs) that stretch along 3.5 kilometers in an almost straight line about 50 metres wide which are believed to date back to around 4500 BCE. They are divided into three main groups: Ménec, Kermario, and Kerlescan, each containing rows of menhirs (standing stones), dolmens (standing stones with a "table" on them), and tumuli (mounds). The menhirs could have been used for astronomical purposes or religious rituals, and the dolmens and tumuli possibly contained tombs.

The Alignment of Kermario

and looking the other way

We visited the alignments of Kermario, and Kerlescan and saw the smaller alignments of Manio and Toul-Chignan from the car, but failure to look at the map means we missed Menec completely. Still - that means we have a reason to visit again.

The smallest possible view of the Alignment of Kerlescan

The alignment of the stones would suggest they were positioned to mark solstices or other celestial events, but we can't verify that, because the morning of the solstice (20th June, this year) was overcast. We did get up to try check the theory, though.

The Dolmen of Kermario

There are also individual standing stones, apparently not part of the alignments. These tend to be proper whoppers like the Giant of Manio, which is 6.5 metres tall.


Impressive though the Alignments are, they're not the most amazing prehistoric sites in the area. We'll write about them later.


Saturday, 22 June 2024

Lunch in Mindin

Last Monday we drove to Carnac. As it's a longish sort of drive (certainly longer than the 3½ hours Google maps suggested) I planned a picnic lunch, with shelter if necessary. The spot I chose was in Mindin, across the water from St Nazaire. There were a couple of reasons for this, none of which I shared with Susan.

Approaching the Pont de Saint-Nazaire

This was the first reason. I love big bridges, and this qualifies. Unfortunately the weather was not great, but it was still a bit of an experience.

Where the Loire meets the sea.

I figure that line of rocks pointing to the far shore marks the end of the Loire river and the start of the sea. The Loire is important to us, so this is quite symbolic.

The Bridge again.

In the background is The Ville De Bordeaux, an airbus Roll On / Roll Off ship. It is now en route to the port of Mobile, USA and is expected to arrive there on July 1. Those three white towers on the ship are eSAIL, which uses wind energy to generate thrust, which means substantial fuel consumption and CO2 emissions savings. The system also generates lift, reducing the load on the ship’s main engines. 

Last year the ship was fitted with a 500m² 'Seawing' - an automated foil kite developed by AirSeas (an Airbus subsidiary) to provide wind assistance to propulsion. You can read more about it here. I'm not sure if both systems run at the same time.

Utopia of the Seas 

According to Wikipedia, "Utopia of the Seas is a cruise ship under construction for Royal Caribbean International. She will be the sixth ship in the Oasis Class and is scheduled to enter service on 19 July 2024 out of Port Canaveral." With any luck that means the last time France will see this monstrosity is in less than a month's time.

The Serpent d'Océan

The third reason I chose Mindin is the Serpent d'Océan, a 130 metre long sculpture made of aluminum. It represents the skeleton of an immense imaginary sea serpent, whose vertebrae undulate to end in an open mouth.

As somewhere to stop for an hour Mindin is full of interest. There is also a picnic shelter (only one), but the public toilets weren't open. Luckily there's a café restaurant opposite, that does good after lunch coffee.

Friday, 21 June 2024

Summer Solstice

Yesterday was the longest day of the year. As we were near an arrangement of prehistoric standing stones it felt wrong not to do something to mark the occasion.

So at six o'clock yesterday morning we left our cabin and walked the 200 metres to a vantage point I had previously chosen, and waited. At 06:14 I took a photo of what should have been the sun rising over the standing stones of Carnac.


As you can see, it was cloudy in the east. The west was clear, though.


Thursday, 20 June 2024