Friday, 16 August 2024
A Very Social Day
Thursday, 15 August 2024
Heading Out
Wednesday, 14 August 2024
Reasons to be Thankful
One of the many reasons we have to be thankful is for having lovely Franco-Irish neighbours, Anne and John. On Monday John very kindly stacked most of our three tonnes of firewood that had been delivered that scorching hot day. I did half an hour of stacking and probably got about half a tonne done in that time, but it was as much as I was willing to risk in one go, with my torn shoulder tendon. Simon isn't allowed to do lifting and carrying until the end of the month.
John volunteered, and turned up at about seven thirty in the evening so he wouldn't melt. It took him around an hour and a half including raking up all the debris. We are so grateful and a cake is being baked for delivery over the road. John says he quite enjoyed turning a jumbled pile of wood into neat stacks, with the debris in trugs. I say he's a hero.
Tuesday, 13 August 2024
A Brace of Citroens
Monday, 12 August 2024
Shellfish in the Stream
Most years I go to the summer fete at Séligny (population 250). This is because I have several friends who live there, the natural history association Botamyco37 that I'm a member of puts on a display, and one of the best melon producers in the area sells their delicious Charentais melons at their peak.
This bloke had excellent saucisson, from Maine et Loire to our west. I bought wild boar, wild mushroom and bull.
This year I had lunch with friends Jean, Michel and Michelle. The menu was melon, moules frites and tarte fine aux pommes. Simple and classic.
The Charentais melons on this stall come from a farm just outside the village. I bought three.
My friend André lives in a house on the edge of the village that was his grandparents before him. Everyone in Séligny not only knows one another, but they are related. Jean told me his grandmother married three times, so almost everyone is greeted with 'ah, mon/ma petit.e cousin.e !'. This term is used in French to indicate a familiale link that is not as close and direct as first cousin, but might be several times removed.
The village restaurant.
André informed me that the mussels for the fete menu had been stored overnight in the brook that runs through his garden. He also told me that back in the day, his grandfather used to keep the community oysters fresh in the same brook. But in those days many people's untreated sewage discharged straight into the stream, and André's house is downstream of the entire village...
The remains of our meal.
The menu for the day.
Saturday, 10 August 2024
A Brocante Win
On the way I spotted something we've been looking for as long as it's the right price: a wicker picnic basket. A bit of crafty haggling from Susan and it was ours. We paid 10€ for it which we are happy about even though the contents are missing.
Friday, 9 August 2024
The War Memorial at le Grand Pressigny
Recently I photographed the war memorial (Fr. Monument aux morts) in le Grand Pressigny. We parked near it for a doctor's appointment, and a couple of names caught my attention. I didn't quite understand who Femme Gallien was, or what the AFN referred to. So I posted the photo on Facebook and tagged my friend and font of all local history knowledge, Fabrice Doucet. I can now reveal to you what all this means, thanks to him.
This is the Second World War side, listing regular soldiers at the top, both conscripts and career, who would mostly have died very early in the War; then members of de Gaulle's Free French (the Resistance); then those sent to concentration camps and forced labour camps, including a woman; and then someone from the independence wars with North African colonies. Below the names on the black background is a single name on a white marble plaque, of a soldier from le Grand Pressigny who was killed in Afghanistan in more recent times.
To clarify the term AFN, Fabrice told me (I've translated): "The term "AFN" covers the conflicts that took place during the decolonization of Tunisia, Morocco and Algeria, otherwise known as "Afrique Française du Nord". The Algerian War was the most deadly, and it was often conscripts, ordinary soldiers doing their military service, who lost their lives. This was clearly the case for Roland RIBAULT, born in le Grand-Pressigny on 6 November 1932, who "Died for France" on 12 July 1956 in Algeria. As such, he is listed as a native of the village on this war memorial. There were also professional soldiers killed during this conflict, but Roland Ribault's age of 23 suggests that he was a young conscript (the official length of military service, which was 18 months at the time, was sometimes extended by the French authorities to 28 or even 30 months)."
On the subject of 'femme Gallien' Fabrice did a bit of digging and found this (once again, translated by me): "For the GALLIEN husband and wife, it was a terrible story, like so many others during the Second World War. They were a farming couple, both natives of le Grand-Pressigny. They were married on 5 April 1921. During the War, they were members of a Resistance network called "Marie-Odile", whose main task was to shelter Allied airmen shot down over France, then transfer them to England. They took part in welcoming Allied soldiers, eventually leading to their escape. Jean (Baptiste) Gallien was arrested in February 1944, along with his wife. First imprisoned in Tours, he was deported from Compiègne to Auschwitz on 27 April 1944. He died in the Flossenbürg concentration camp on 12 September 1944. Renée (Gabrielle Eugénie) Gallien (née Dechêne) was also deported and gassed to death in the Ravensbrück camp on 9 March 1945. She is therefore the "femme Gallien" of the inscription. It's a singular inscription, but in the slightly misogynistic mentality of the time, when a woman only existed through her husband... As a native of le Grand-Pressigny, Renée's first name was well known. And Renée was recognized as a Resistance fighter in her own right. There are few women on the war memorials, and virtually none in the First World War. Jean Baptiste Gallien and Renée Gallien were posthumously awarded the Médaille de la Résistance in 1947. There you go, that's the result of a quick search..."
Thanks Fabrice! It's good to know these stories, tragic though they are.
Thursday, 8 August 2024
Look Out For Jersey Tigers in the Touraine Loire Valley
Jersey Tiger Moths Euplagia quadripunctaria (Fr. Ecaille chinée) are found in Europe and the Middle East.
When they are at rest they sit with their wings flat, in a triangle, and the front wings obscuring the hind wings. The front wings are zebra striped and the hind wings are bright orange red with black blotches. Both sexes look the same.
It is a moth of woodland clearings and scrub, flying both day and night. The caterpillars eat nettles, plants in the mint and willowherb families. The adult moths feed on nectar from flowers in gardens and fallow land. They are particular attracted to thistles, knapweeds, oregano and hemp agrimony.
It is a migratory species. It is not scarce, so not protected but there is some concern about how habitat loss is affecting it.
Tuesday, 6 August 2024
Look Out for Purple Moor Grass in the Touraine Loire Valley
Purple Moor Grass Molinia caerulea (Fr. Molinie bleue).
Monday, 5 August 2024
Wild Strawberries
There are several wild strawberry species, but only one is worth eating, so it is worth learning how to identify them. They are considered one of the greatest treats you can wild forage, and archaelogical evidence suggests we have been eating them for thousands of years.
Barren Strawberry.
Around here there are three species that are frequently confused. They are Barren Strawberry Potentilla sterilis (Fr. Potentille faux fraisier), Mock Strawberry Potentilla indica (Fr. Fraisier d'Inde) and Wild Strawberry Fragaria vesca (Fr. Fraisier des bois).
Barren Strawberry.
One has leaves that look just like a wild strawberry plant, and white flowers that greatly resemble the true wild strawberry. Many people will delightedly leave these growing in their garden when they turn up, but then be disappointed because they never have any fruit. That's because they are Barren Strawberries and if you know what to look for there are ways of telling them apart by looking carefully at the tip of the leaves and flowers.
Mock Strawberry.
Then there is another one, which does have alluring looking red fruit, but when you eat one they taste of nothing. Luckily they aren't toxic, so you won't do yourself any harm if you eat them, but they are disappointing. These are the Mock Strawberries. They are not native, but introduced from Asia and have naturalised.
Mock Strawberry.
All these species grow in the same season, and in the same habitats. It is not uncommon to encounter a mixture of species growing intermingled.
Wild Strawberries.
So here are my top tips for telling them apart:
Wild Strawberries
- White flowers with rounded petals which overlap.
- Drooping or hanging conical fruit.
- Strong sweet floral strawberry flavour.*
Mock Strawberries
- Yellow flowers with a ruff of green bracts that sits just below the pointed calyxes and extend beyond the flowers.
- Globular fruit on erect stems.
- Insipid taste.
Barren Strawberries
- White flowers with knotched petals that do not overlap.
- No fruit.
- Leaves have a central tooth at the tip which is shorter than the ones either side.
Wild Strawberry.
*I know most people who know Wild Strawberries rave about them and are thrilled to find them, but personally I find them a bit too soapy tasting.
Saturday, 3 August 2024
The Preuilly sur Claise Brocante
Friday, 2 August 2024
Prostate Cancer
Thursday, 1 August 2024
Look Out For Hummingbird Hawk Moths in the Touraine Loire Valley
The Hummingbird Hawk Moth Macroglossum stellatarum (Fr. Moro-sphinx) is a day flying moth that is known for its habit of sucking nectar from flowers with its long tongue while hovering in front of the flower. It is a medium sized moth with a chubby body, and front wings that are beigey brown on the upperside and hind wings that are orange. Underneath it is orangey brown. The body is grey brown with a black and white checkerboard pattern on the sides.
It is accessing nectar other insects cannot reach and is very partial to violet, blue or white flowers, especially lavendar and sages. The caterpillars eat bedstraws Galium sp. (Fr. les Gaillets).
They are amongst the speediest moths, able to achieve 50 kilometres an hour, and averaging 40 kilometres an hour. The species is migratory and roams the greater part of Eurasia and North Africa. In the warmer south it will fly all year, but here in central France we see it primarily in the summer.
It visits flowers in gardens, meadows and scrub and is very easy to see because of its abundance and distinctive behaviour.
Wednesday, 31 July 2024
Sunset on the Golfe du Morbihan
Tuesday, 30 July 2024
Once Upon a Time in Loches -- Exiting the War
"The Liberation of Loches was not synonymous with the end of the War on a national level, or even a return to normal. The restrictions, controles, and rationing continued, the black market persisted. There was also the progressive return of prisonners and those who had survived the camps.
Municipal life was reorganised bit by bit. The old municipal council was dissolved. It was replaced by a municipal delegation made up of the great figures of the Resistance from Loches, like Raymond Mallet. The municipal elections of April-May 1945 saw the women of Loches voting for the first time. It was the Republican Union, led by Elie Rossignol, who prevailed. Many maquisards continued as combattants on the Atlantic coast or of course, on the Eastern Front.
The town of Loches received two prestigious visits in the spring of 1945 -- that of Marshal De Lattre de Tassigny on 8 March, and then that of General Leclerc some weeks later. They came to visit their troops resting in Loches before re-entering combat on the Atlantic coast. The passage through Loches of these two heroes, leaders of the Army of Liberation formed by General de Gaulle, made a great impression on the residents of Loches.
The year 1945 was also the time of judgements and cleansing. Arrested on 21 October 1944, Captain Lecoz was accused of 18 murders and assassinations. He was judged at Angers by the military tribunal in October 1945, condemned to death and shot on 14 May 1946. At the same time numerous residents of Loches accused of collaboration were taken prisonner. Some women, suspected of having helped or seduced Germans, were shaved and publically humiliated. About a hundred inhabitants of the Sud Touraine were also convicted by the Courts of Justice and the Civil Chambers, specially created to punish acts of collaboration."
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This poster is part of an exhibition in the Chancellerie on 'Loches in 1944' https://www.ville-loches.fr/expositions-article-3-10-56.html
Monday, 29 July 2024
Municipal Compost Station
At the beginning of the year France introduced a new environmental law which means it is forbidden to dispose of kitchen waste in your regular household waste that the garbage men collect. Kitchen waste must be composted and if you don't have a garden you have to take your waste to the municipal compost station.
The compostmobile. Or maybe it's the compost bus.
Municipalities all over France scrambled to provide this new service to their residents, but compostors and materials to make compostors very quickly became impossible to source. At the beginning of the year the council workers prepared a small yard in an alleyway in the centre of town, in readiness for when the compostors would arrive.
Morgan and his compost bins.
Then in mid-July I went to the market and there was a compostmobile parked to one side, and a bloke from the Comcom* with a stall trying to enthuse everyone about compost. We got chatting and I got invited to the inauguration of the new compost bins which have finally been installed.
What can and can't be included in your kitchen waste and put in the compost. Maxime took this photo for me, by standing on top of one of the compost bins.
Three wooden bins have been set up, with handy hinged lids and sides, and clever metal clasps which mean that compost can be chucked in or extracted by people of all sizes and physical abilities. Morgan, our compost coach from the Comcom, gave us the basics on what we were allowed to put in the first bin (orange peel yes, bones no). Then he instructed us on adding dry twiggy stuff from the second bin and stirring the two together for better decomposition. The third bin in the array is for maturing compost and will be dealt with by him and our compost ambassador, Maxime.
Dry twiggy material for adding to the compost, with the clever spiral compost stirrer.
Morgan and Maxime can be contacted at any time that citizen composters notice a problem, such as low levels of twiggy stuff, or bin number one is full. They will also distribute mature compost when the time comes. So we all have one anothers phone numbers and emails. The compost bins are locked and only citizen composters have the code to access them.
Gérard, Deputy Mayor, is always at his best when pouring drinks for a community apéritif.
After all the formalities were dealt with Morgan brought out cider, apple juice and acrylic goblets branded with the Loches Development Agency. We all stood round sipping apple based beverages and chatting then happily went off with our new green kitchen waste buckets, courtesy of the Comcom.
Françoise had brought along a bag of kitchen waste so she was able to make the first use of the bin.
*Comcom - Communauté des communes, a level of local government that sits between the municipality (Fr. commune) and the county/shire (Fr. département/préfecture).
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Friday, 26 July 2024
A Happy Birthday Card
Wednesday, 24 July 2024
An Interesting Day
Tuesday, 23 July 2024
Once Upon a Time in Loches -- the Liberation of Loches 6 September 1944
"This new occupation of Loches extended over ten days during which the Germans progressively left for the Eastern Front. The residents of Loches witnessed an incessant stream of German trucks. The whole time the Germans were fleeing by any means possible, including by bicycle. Loches didn't immediately believe in the Liberation.
On 2 September 1944 the last German soldiers left the town. On 3 September a car full of maquisards entered Loches, surrounded by delighted Loches residents. Nevertheless, the town did not feel free, the painful memory of 20 August still remained present in everyone's mind.
On 5 September the rumour of a parade leads to a crowd forming in the Town Hall Square. The different maquis groups met there to work out who would do what in the parade to come and to make sure that Lecoz did not participate. An exchange with a prisonner was enough to avoid this undesirable presence.
On 6 September 1944 the liberation parade took place. The different maquis groups paraded in Loches, surrounded by flags and onlookers. But the enthusiasm was not quite so strong as on 16 August. The first 'liberation' of Loches had left the residents cautious. After an assembly in Place de Verdun there was a call to arms and a speech by Raymond Mallet. Friday 15 September an American jeep arrived in Loches with a Major Knapp on board. Everyone saw that as a sign of the real liberation of Loches and the announcement of the end of the War in the Touraine."
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This poster is part of an exhibition in the Chancellerie on 'Loches in 1944' https://www.ville-loches.fr/expositions-article-3-10-56.html

















































