Monday, 13 April 2009

Periodic Puppy Pics

Err...whose blog is this, you are thinking? Have I accidentally ended up on WCS – Another American in France?

No, but we have been dog-sitting.





We have known these little dogs all their lives (about 10 years). Every so often they come to stay with us while their papas are away from home. They are miniature dachshunds (teckels in French). Don't be fooled by their size; they are proper dogs, hugely entertaining and extraordinarily good-natured.

We are lucky enough to live next to a large more or less abandoned garden in London, which is great for exercising the dogs. The only problem is we can't let them off the lead, as there is a lot of rubbish in some parts, full of broken glass and other things they might cut themselves on. They find this immensely frustrating, as there are soooo many smells and places to investigate. If I let them free I reckon it would be at least a week before they emerged from the undergrowth again.

Some tulips, snakeshead fritillaries and a wood anemone in the part of the garden that is tended.

Susan

Sunday, 12 April 2009

So Who Delivers Your Easter Eggs?

In Britain, the Easter Bunny delivers chocolate Easter eggs to children on Easter Sunday.

In Australia, introduced non-native rabbits have been an ecological and agricultural disaster, and about 20-30 years ago, Easter Bilbies started appearing as an alternative for those who felt that bunnies were inappropriate under the circumstances.

Bilbies are an endangered Australian native marsupial, with a superficial resemblance to rabbits. They have long ears, long noses and longish tails, propel themselves forward on powerful hind legs and dig burrows with their front paws. Many Australians now happily buy chocolate Bilbies and tell their children that the Easter eggs were delivered by the Easter Bilby. Some chocolate manufacturers donate a proportion of the profit from Easter sales to Bilby conservation projects. I reckon it's a great idea.


In France, bells deliver the Easter eggs. The church bells are silent from the day before Good Friday, then on Easter Sunday they ring out again. They've been to Rome and arrived back bringing Easter eggs!

Susan

Saturday, 11 April 2009

Chambon

About 12 months ago Susan and I travelled along the back road from Boussay to Chambon whilst exploring new and picturesque routes to the supermarché in la Roche Posay. At the time we were both taken by the view as you enter the valley of the Creuse river above Chambon, but couldn't find anywhere to stop and take a photo. (As usual, once we saw the view we were past it.) Last week, however, I found a little chalk quarry by the edge of the road which gave me enough room to park safely and take some photos. You can see it as a white blob in the middle of this map.

Chambon isn't the only settlement you can see though - there are hamlets and farms scattered all along the valley, as you can see from the Géoportail map. This is la Penneterie,

and this is la Poussardiére:

One of the more interesting buildings in this view is the farm on the edge of Chambon, called le Château, although if it is really a château we don't really know.

All these photos were taken from the one spot and turning the camera through an arc of about 45°, which really does give an idea of how full the landscape is.

Simon

Friday, 10 April 2009

A half finished project

I thought it was a good idea at the time - travel on public transport from Preuilly sur Claise to London, taking a photo on the hour, every hour, to document the trip.

So at 10.00am I took a photo of us all waiting for the 10.20 bus (I don't know why, but waiting from 10.00 seems obligatory - maybe it's because on other days the bus leaves at 10.00 and no-one can remember which day is which). You can see a Santa on a rope still gamely hanging on...

At 11.00 I was on the bus just north of Ligeuil

And at a couple of minutes to midday I had arrived at the Tours bus station.

At 1.00 (or 13.00 if you're French) I was at Tours - Val de Loire Airport (TUF), having lunch in the restaurant (steack haché et frites, with a bottle of coca)

At 2.00pm I was passing through security, and you're not allowed to take photos there, and at 3.00pm I was on the plane and asleep. Then, 20 minutes after I arrived at Stansted it was 3.00pm again and I was going through customs (where you're not allowed to take photos), at 4.00 I was on the bus into London and quite possibly had dozed off again and the project had ground to a halt.

So a half project documenting half a day's travelling. I am not sure what it was I was trying to prove, maybe I was just attempting to instill some discipline into my photo taking.

Simon

Thursday, 9 April 2009

Sports lessons, Preuilly Style

In a previous post about the plan d'eau I wondered aloud if the water is ever used for recreational activities (as suggested by the name).

I am pleased to report that last week I was on a bit of a trek around Preuilly catching up on developments, when I saw kids (I assume from the local college) having a canoeing lesson on the plan. Although the photo shows a bright and sunny day, I was well wrapped up and wearing gloves and still feeling the cold and no way was I going to test the water temperature.

I arrived too late to catch the action, but here they are packing up before carrying the canoes back to where they are stored in the Cantonal Gymnasium. The white building in the background is the amenities block for the campsite, which is currently undergoing refreshment for the coming season. I don't think it has ever featured in a blog, so I have written myself a note to remedy that over the next couple of weeks .

Simon

Wednesday, 8 April 2009

Three Colours

As well as being coucou time, March going into April is when the forsythia, prunus and blackthorn flower.

With the French propensity for planting tricoleur hedges, sometimes the results in spring can be even more startling than the (we assume) looked for effect at the height of summer.

You can compare the colours with how the same view from the plan d'eau looks in summer here.

Simon

Tuesday, 7 April 2009

Glimpses 4

It's always worth turning around to see what's behind you when you've got a camera – in this case a 'secret' or 'hidden' view of the Claise.

This was behind us as we took a photo of the crane building the new part of the retraite.

Susan

Monday, 6 April 2009

Korean Stopover

I travelled with Asiana Airlines on my recent trip to Australia. This always involves changing planes at Incheon in Korea. Sometimes this just means a few hours in the airport, but sometimes it means staying overnight in Incheon Airport Town. Asiana tickets always include the hotel and dinner and breakfast in this case, but curiously, they never advertise it or even tell you about it. Anyone who has flown with them before knows this, but I wonder how many first timers book themselves a hotel unnecessarily? Simon did, and he is an experienced, well-informed traveller.

Incheon Airport is an exemplar of how an airport should be, but almost never is. It is spacious, well designed and with many extremely useful facilities for the long-haul traveller such as showers, massage, free internet and a museum and gallery. On my way over, the museum was displaying modern but traditional style textiles, pewter and lacquer ware. Two weeks later, when I returned, the exhibition had changed to beautiful celadon glazed classical ceramics.

An immaculately worked embroidered screen in the museum

On the way back, instead of just changing planes and spending a few hours in the airport, I actually stopped overnight. This should have given me a relaxing evening, with time enough to go into Seoul, an hour and a half away. Unfortunately, industrial action at Sydney International Airport meant that my flight was delayed by 6 hours and I got to my hotel in Incheon Airport Town at 00.15 local time. To add to my not very fun time, I had just spent 10 hours on a plane suffering with a migraine. I am so glad I was clued up that Asiana would take care of my accommodation and shuttle arrangements. I didn't have to worry about my heavy suitcase, as I had checked it all the way through to London from Sydney, and I just had my hand luggage with a change of clothes and the camera. I didn't bother packing any toiletries for the overnight stay, as they are a nuisance to get through security these days, and I knew the hotel would supply the basics anyway.

The hotel was quiet and extremely comfortable and in the morning I got up at 07.00 feeling quite spritely. After having breakfast of fresh pineapple, French toast, seaweed soup and some rather peculiar coffee, I enquired at reception if there was a nice park or a beach within walking distance. There was both apparently, so as I was not due to be picked up by the airport shuttlebus until 11.30, off I trotted, camera in hand.

A typical Incheon street corner

I made it to the beach! The haze is because of dust – an illuminated motorway style warning sign told me that there was a 'Yellow Dust from China' alert.

The area around the hotel is residential, with many large apartment blocks, but also many large detached houses. Interspersed amongst the houses were the Korean equivalent of potagers.
Just like in rural France, no need to lock your bike to the pole here
A row of extremely robust exercise machines on the edge of the park. They are free and fun.

Susan

Note from Simon: No-one told Susan, but the beach she walked to was one of THE Incheon beaches - Incheon Green.

Sunday, 5 April 2009

The Annual Coucou

For the third year in a row, here is a photo of a cowslip.

This year the cowslips appear to be slightly later than the last couple of years - on the first of April they were just coming into flower, and to find one that was flowering properly I had to climb down into a ditch where they were more sheltered.

The previous coucou photos are here and here

Simon

Saturday, 4 April 2009

Well well well...

These two wells are in Roux. Both have their winding gear, and I assume both would still work, given a little attention. They are traditional Tourangelle wells, made of stone with a roof and a ledge for the bucket.

You can see these kinds of wells everywhere in Preuilly and the surrounding area - both in town (some are built in to the walls of houses) and further out in the country, where they tend to be (but aren't always) stand alone structures.

This third well is next to the church in Chaumussay.

I am not sure if our well will be reconstructed to look like this, because we are hoping we can use it as part of the heating system for our house.

Jill and John have a well on the edge of their garden which they share with their neighbour. It is full of stuff - old stone, dirt and rubbish and will need cleaning before they can utilise it for the garden. Interestingly, it was in use within living memory, well after the introduction of town water in the 1960s; but when the rope broke there was an argument over who would pay to replace it, and the well became defunct.

Simon

Friday, 3 April 2009

Pets de Nonne

I bought a cookbook as a present for my sister recently, and since I had it for a couple of weeks prior to seeing her, I got to road test some of the more interesting looking recipes. The first one that caught my eye was for Pets de Nonne, since it called for two ingredients I am always keen to be using up, egg whites and walnuts, and the book said it was a traditional recipe from the upper Loire. They are sort of like Rocky Road meringues with their chunks of chocolate and walnuts. The recipe also includes angelica. This is an ingredient I could have purchased locally grown, from the marais poitevin village of Coulon a couple of hours to the west of us near Niort, and which we visited last summer. Angelica grows wild in many wet places in central western France, and was traditionally cultivated in the Coulon area. However, I didn't have any, and to be frank, although it's a pretty green colour, it's basically candied celery, and I thought orange peel was a safer bet tastewise.

Angelica growing in a public garden by the canal in Coulon

I had not heard of Pets de Nonne before, but the name alone makes them stand out. Look away now if you were delicately raised...


The name means 'Nun's Farts'. Because this was a new recipe to me, I looked up other recipes for Pets de Nonne, none of which are anything like this one. Apparently, French Pets de Nonne are normally what I know as beignets – little sweet deep-fried balls of choux pastry, sold by the boulangerie in brown paper bags holding a dozen. The French-Canadian recipe is different again, being a way of using up scraps of pastry by making spirals of pastry and spicy Maple syrup.

Susan

Thursday, 2 April 2009

les Patrières

Just north of the mystery mill on the River Creuse is another little mystery.

This is "les Patrières", which looks like a model farm. We have not managed to find out anything on the internet about the farm, except that they grow grain. The view from the road gives the impression that all the building are associated - big farmhouse, worker's houses, barns and animal sheds.

The big farmhouse is dwarfed by its Cedar of Lebanon, which looks to be one of the biggest I have ever seen, but also within the walled garden is what appears to be a Wellingtonia (or maybe a Sequoia) and an araucaria (possibly a monkey puzzle)

To identify the name of this farm/hamlet I used Géoportail, the French government's mapping gateway, which has arial photos and and all different maps. The difference between Géoportail and Google maps is that the maps on Géoportail are the official French IGN maps, with a lot of detail. There are also layers like cadastral maps (very useful for checking up which bit of land you own) and a watercourses map.


Simon

Wednesday, 1 April 2009

Events in Preuilly for April 2009

Friday 3 – Loto – APE des écoles publiques
Bingo.

Saturday 4 – Harmonie Municipale de Descartes
Descartes Town Band.

Saturday 11 – Cinéma

Monday 13 –
Easter Monday, a public holiday.

Friday 17 & Saturday 18 – Congrès Départemental – ACPG/ CATM

Sunday 19 – Course cycliste
Cycling Race.

Saturday 25 – Foire de la St Georges – Journée des Associations
St George's Day Fair.

Saturday 25 – Concours officiel – Pétanque
Official French Bowls Competion.

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.

Tuesday, 31 March 2009

Floored

After my pathetic little appeal last time I wrote about the bathroom floor John rang and asked if I wanted him to bring his big spanner over. I jumped at the opportunity to get the bolts through the wall properly fastened (and the opportunity to survey their building works), so went to Bricomarche at Yzeures to buy my own spanner, picked John up on my way back home, and 10 minutes later the job was done.

Next step was to put in the facing bearer. This was slightly problematic as the beam which I had planned to bolt it to wasn't level. (This means the landing isn't level either, but it's been that way for a couple of hundred years, so it isn't a problem.) Using a combination of angle and flat plates and some wedges it was the work of minutes* to get the bearer level and solid.

This meant that when I put the spirit level across the gap between the bearers I discovered that the bearer on the wall was about an inch lower than the bearer on the landing. This meant removing the saddles already bolted to the ouside bearer and raising them. Working on one joist at a time I reset the saddles, and set the joists, continually checking on all angles the the frame was level.

A couple of hours later and I was done: the joists are hight than the bearer, but I can remedy this by screwing another piece of wood on top of the bearer.

It feels like I have used 3 or 4 kilos of screws on the frame, but it is solid - and I don't want to look like I am gloating, but:

The next day, after lunch, I went to the decheterie, and on the way back called into bricomarche an collected three sheets of floor panels for wet areas. Cutting them to shape was difficult - there is no right angle or parallel walls in the room. I screwed the cut boards down, and suddenly we have a solid, unflexing floor. Compared to the Taj Mahal it may not look much, but I am inordinately pleased. This is the most proper carpentry I have done, and the first piece of structural work I have ever done.


Simon

*Or should have been minutes. I work very slowly: because I have no idea what I am doing I check everything at least 10 times.

Monday, 30 March 2009

A village for all budgets

There are two restaurants in le Petit Pressigny. Stand in the right place, and you can see both at the same time.

One has a Michelin Star, the other one does lunch for working folk.

Our ambition is one day to eat in Au Bon Coin - we want to know what their garni is.

There are no prizes for guessing which menu goes with which restaurant, we thought we would just post these photos to give you an idea of your options if you're ever in this small Touraine village.
The inexpensive menu

Simon

Sunday, 29 March 2009

A Preuilly Miscellany

You may recognise the devilishly handsome (if somewhat grubby, shaggy and disheveled) creature in this photo. We have shown a photo of the mediatheque before, now for an interior shot.
When I first arrived this week I thought they had got rid of the printer. Not so - I discovered (but only after taking advantage of Jill and John's hospitality) that the printer has been moved to the librarian's office. I like using the mediatheque, but hopefully soon I won't have to. We are getting our internet connection sorted in the next couple of weeks. Hopefully.

And now for some less positive news: When I arrived on Monday I noticed that our stone ball has gone missing. Whilst this is not the end of the world, it is the sort of petty thing that really annoys a bloke. Looking back at our photos it can be seen in the background at Christmas, but by February I can see (also in the background) that it was missing – just that neither Susan or I noticed. We have no idea how old or historic it was, but that isn't the issue – we liked our stone ball.When I arrived in Preuilly this week I was pleased to see that our phone book had arrived - and we are in it! This makes me feel almost a part of the place. Our recycling bags and black bags for poubelle (which are distributed by the council) had also arrived. Alan sorts all this stuff our for us while we are not here, which is really good of him - and very useful.

Simon

Saturday, 28 March 2009

Crap At The Environment

I have been reading "Crap at the Environment", a book by comedian Mark Watson. It presents some interesting ways to be "aware" (BTW, I hate that expression!): admit you're not perfect, try to do better, set yourself little challenges, don't try to force the world to change, you will only set people against you. It also helps that it is a funny book rather than a preachy one.

Some environment
I am interested in the environment - maybe not as interested as Susan is in things like birds, flies and orchids (I treat all them as a technical challenge to my photography skills), but I am interested. Over the years I suppose I have been been "green" (hate that too...) by default. Not because I particularly felt a burning need to save the planet (on which Susan will have something to say later), but because I honestly couldn't see any point on spending more money on electricity, gas or water than I needed too. I also would like for there to be polar bears (polar bears are apparently "fashionable") in the future. Not in an "awwww innit cuuuuute" way, but simply that I have never been hurt by a polar bear (yet) so I see no reason I should ruin a polar bear's life.

This is why Susan and I have been looking into environmentally friendly (or perhaps, more accurately, less environmentally damaging) ways of running our home in France. The biggie is, of course, heating. We have decided on aquathermie (using our well for heat exchange) if it is at all possible, or air exchange using a heat pump if our well is not sufficient. We will add to that a wood burning fire, and we intend planting a tree for each load of wood we buy. We already use low energy lighting throughout both our houses, we recycle, and as soon as we have a garden we will compost as well.
More environment
I would really like to install a photovolatic system for generating electricity, but we don't have the roofspace for it. Or rather, we DO have the roofspace for it, but it's a heritage roof and we probably won't get permission. We will ask though, just in case. For the same reason we will not be able to do solar hot water, which is a pity. I love the idea of getting something (electricity and/or hot water) for nothing, even if that nothing costs quite a bit of money to initially set up.

This doesn't mean we will be dirty greenie hippies. We intend living effortlessly stylish and elegant lives*, but always with one eye firmly fixed on not wreaking havoc.

Simon

*Fat chance - I try to do elegant, but never quite manage to make it look convincing

Friday, 27 March 2009

La miche

If you look up the meaning of miche in the dictionary, it will just translate the word as 'loaf' or perhaps 'round loaf'. But a miche is special. Making a miche is one of the black arts of the boulanger. A miche is nothing but flour and water and a little salt, which mixed together produce the most delicious loaf. It's like a magic trick and no added yeast and no energetic kneading required. This is the real French bread, with a centuries old tradition, unlike the baguette (French stick) which has not even reached a single century yet.

To make a miche from scratch is not something you decide to do one morning in order to have fragrant crunchy fresh bread by lunchtime. To make a miche from scratch you need nearly a week. Admittedly, most of that time it is busy festering away for itself – you are not actually doing anything with it for more than five minutes of the first 4-5 days.

Yes, I know, it looks like something that came out of the rear end of a cow...

A miche is a wheat flour sourdough, leavened by mixing stoneground wholemeal flour and water together and set in a warm place to activate the natural yeasts present in the flour. Every day for four days you add a little more flour and a little more warm water. On the fifth day, if the mixture looks fairly active, you add some more wheat flour and warm water and this time, a little stoneground rye flour too. Rye flour has more yeasts, and helps the whole leavening process as well as adding some flavour. It is a misconception that sourdoughs pick up yeasts that just happen to be floating by in the air. The yeasts come as passengers on the wheat and rye grains, dormant and surviving the traditional milling process, ready to do their bit for mankind once the flour is mixed into a paste. That is why you need to use stoneground flour, and preferably fresh and organic – modern milling discards the part of the grain with the most yeasts, and long storage causes them to go into a decline and never recover. The yeasts not only produce gases that cause the bread to rise but they also produce acids that modify the gluten in the flour, making it more elastic, easier to digest, more nutritious and changing the taste of the final product in an entirely beneficial way.

Resting the dough under an upturned bowl

On the sixth day, put aside a third of your gently bubbling, ammonia smelling, grey, extremely unappetising flour and water paste and keep it in the fridge (so that the yeasts go dormant in the cold) to act as a starter the next time you want to make a miche. Add enough white bread wheat flour, some salt and warm water to the remaining two thirds of your active paste to make a very sticky dough. You should be able to just about pick it all up in one oozing bundle, but not be able to knead it. Sourdough needs to be wet, and needs a long cooking time to compensate for the extra liquid in the mix. Don't be tempted to add enough flour to make it easy to handle. You will end up with a brick, not a loaf of bread.

Look at that gluten go !

Sourdoughs do not need to be kneaded. They are simply rested to allow the yeasts to act on the gluten, then you mound them up a bit and (traditionally) put into a flour dusted cloth lined basket to rise (or simply straight into an oiled loaf tin/pan if you are not making a free form country style loaf on a tray). Once risen (and it is surprising how much such an unpromising gloop can rise!) decant gently from the basket onto an oven tray lined with silicone coated paper and put in a hot oven. After 10 minutes, a reasonably strong 'crust' should have formed, and you can turn the oven down 20°C and bake for as long as it takes. If you check it after 40 minutes and you are not convinced it is done, put it back in for 10-20 minutes – it won't come to any harm. It is very easy not to give a sourdough long enough in the oven to dry out properly, resulting in gluey, stodgy bread.

First effort - a bit low profile because of too wet a dough

Every time you make a sourdough it will be different, because over time the proportions of flour and water in the starter will change, so the amount you add to make up the dough will change. You won't get the balance of flour to water quite right the first or even the second time. My first effort was too wet, but many people end up with too dry a dough. A few practice loaves are worth it though, because the slightly sour salty taste and chewy texture should be on anyone's top five list of comfort foods. It also keeps well for days, gaining flavour, and with the acids from the yeasts inhibiting mould growth.

After a few more goes, the loaves look like this
The loaf above is a mixture of rye, wholemeal wheat and spelt (an ancient variety of wheat that modern wheats are descended from), just because that's what I had on hand. It has a very hard crust and is quite dense and dark in colour, rather like the 'National Bread' during World War I must have been I suspect. However, far from complaining that it is almost inedible I quite like this type of bread – but I live in an age when wholemeal is good and healthful, not an indicator of poverty and subsistence.

I used the instructions for French Country Bread in Andrew Whitley's Bread Matters, which I thoroughly recommend for anyone interested in making bread at home.

Susan

Note: because les miches are normally round loaves, inevitably the word has entered the argot (slang) and so the word can indicate women's breasts or can be used like the American 'buns' for the cheeks of the backside.

Thursday, 26 March 2009

An outbreak of Competence

Well!

That all went better than I feared.

After the effort involed in making holes in the steel pieces, drilling the wood and brick was easy. I chipped away the render so the braces were lying flat against the brick, pushed the bolt through, and did up the nut. And that was that! (Well - almost - it rained while I was working outside, and I will need to wait for someone to arrive with a couple of large shifting spanners so I can get that extra last 1/2 turn with someone up the ladder holding the bolt still)

The render is chipped away...
I was so impressed with myself that I even managed to screw the saddles to the bearer.

NOW I am confident the floor isn't going to go anywhere unfortunate while someone is in the shower. Even without the bolts being fully tight the bearer is solid.

What the braces look like from outside
Pleased? You bet I am. In fact - I am right chuffed.

Simon

Wednesday, 25 March 2009

Back in Preuilly

I am now back in Preuilly for a week or two, continuing with the works on the house, seeing Marie-Hélène at the insurance office, chasing up devis and squeezing in a cup of coffee or two with people who read the blog and are in the area.

My first task (or, more accurately, the one that has been playing on my mind most) is the bathroom floor. After putting up the bearer last time we were here, I decided I wasn't totally confident in it. Although it didn't move, it felt like it could have done, and that isn't totally reassuring. I don't want to be spending the rest of my life waiting for the bathroom floor to collapse (although the eight year old me sees that as a perfect excuse not to shower). After doing some reseach on the internet I decided that bolting through the brick wall with suitable steel braces on the outside was a better idea.

I went to Bricomarche in Yzeures, and in addition to buying the bits for the bearer, I bought two more 4 metre lengths of baistang for the joists, together with saddles, angle pieces and plates for screwing it all together. The bolt, however, presented me with a dilemme: I needed a bolt (or threaded rod) at least 200mm long which meant my choices were limited, and I had to buy 225x16mm bolts. (As I type this, I have started to worry that 225mm is too long and am wondering how many washer and spacers is too many...)

I bought the wood home on the trailer uncut
As usual, I forgot to photograph it until it
was almost too late. Yes - it WAS tied down.
My problem was that I now had to drill 16mm holes through wood, brick and steel - not an easy job when all your drills have 10mm chucks. The solution (for the steel, anyway) was to drill a number of smaller holes then file them into one hole large enough to take the bolt. This took about 2 hours, but I am quite pleased with the results. The bolts pass through the holes without catching, and dont wriggle around, either.

The finished articles - Two 16mm holes
Now I have to drill the holes through the wood (easy enough, I have a 16mm bit) and brick (less easy, but I can mill away the brick until the hole is big enough), chip the render off the outside wall and then find a volunteer to stand up a ladder while I tighten the bolts from the inside.

This will have to wait until tomorrow, as this afternoon (Tuesday) I am taking my first trailer load of stuff to the dechetterie.

Simon