Posted on April 22, 2022
Two or three times a year the local mairie sends out one of its fleet of tractors to cut the grass and trim the hedges that bound most of the minor roads in the commune – including the one that passes through our little hamlet. This is known as the ‘fauchage’ – not to be confused with ‘chauffage’, whch means heating.
These guys don’t take any prisoners and there’s no room to pass them, so you just have to get out of the way as best you can.
Posted on April 20, 2022
The River Vienne encounters a weir as it flows through the village of Chabanais.
Posted on April 13, 2022
This log from my stash for the wood-burning stove had an intriguing pattern of rings if you looked at it closely enough.
Posted on April 8, 2022
Outside our son and daughter-in-law’s back door.
Posted on April 7, 2022
Although it doesn’t usually get the chance, this time some of our garlic has ‘gone over’. We’ll plant it out and see what happens…
Posted on April 6, 2022
We thought we might have been finished with our woodburning stove until the autumn, but a recent cold snap led us to resort to it again.
Posted on April 2, 2022
What’s the problem? Never seen rhubarb before?
Posted on April 1, 2022
Spring is upon us, and in a field next to our local déchetterie (recycling point) here are the lambs to prove it.
Posted on March 31, 2022
A sure sign that spring is on its way: budding wisteria.
Posted on March 30, 2022
After a lot of heavy rain earlier in the month, the past week or so has been warmer and sunnier (it won’t last). This has helped to dry out the previously sodden ground, but nonetheless there is still ample evidence in the surrounding fields of the passage of farm tractors through the mud.