Posted on May 6, 2021
Our house, and its attached barns, are well over two hundred years old and appear to have been continuously occupied – or, at the very least, actively utilised – for that entire period. It’s hardly surprising, therefore, that every so often a n ancient and forgotten artefact turns up somewhere.
This old key is one of the latest to appear. If it hasn’t aged well it’s certainly rusted in a visually interesting manner.
Posted on April 29, 2021
For Cee’s midweek challenge she is looking for an image of something that either begins or ends with the letter ‘E’.
You may think that what you’re looking at here is a staircase (more specifically, one in the Abbaye de la Reau) and of course you would be quite correct. And it ends with an E. However, the French word for staircase is ‘escalier‘. Beginning or end, it’s your choice.
Posted on April 23, 2021
Posted on April 15, 2021
It’s colour week for Cee’s Midweek Challenge this week and the chosen colour is light or neon green.
Handily, another of the panes of stained glass in the suncatcher that I featured a couple of weeks ago here fits the bill, and is a pleasingly abstract image (which reminds me a little of a slide under a microscope).
Posted on April 8, 2021
Posted on April 1, 2021
Back last summer, when such things were possible, Madame and lovely daughter went to a stained glass workshop together. While they were there they each made a suncatcher, which sits very well in a sunny garden.
Posted on March 25, 2021
Cee’s CMMC Challenge this week is looking for a subject that contains either ‘Ch’ or ‘ck’ in the title.
The obvious answer, ticking both boxes, is ‘chicken’, so here’s a photograph taken at the annual Christmas Fair in the nearby village of Blond. The USP of this particular event is – or was, at any rate before Covid-19 (and a prior outbreak of Avian ‘Flu) the racing chickens.
Actually, the whole event is called the ‘Foire Aux Chapons’ – the Capon Fair. Capons are sterilised male chickens; they tend to be larger (and probably grumpier) than ordinary ones and a group of them is raced, if that’s the word (‘ushered’ is probably more like it), down the main street, amid scenes of overwhelming excitement. It’s like nothing so much as curling, but with poultry.
This is the aftermath of the race, as the runners and riders, so to speak, are ushered into their coop.
Posted on March 11, 2021
Posted on March 4, 2021
Posted on February 26, 2021