Last week's blog was published a bit earlier than normal, as we had been invited to a semi-private Easter Sunday gig. Being British, we naturally arrived well too early, but did get a reasonably sensible parking space (not that I was driving) at what in daylight seemed to be a ruined and deserted farmstead. But as night and the fairy lights took over, it turned into something that 15 to 25 year old me would have been utterly delighted by - a rock/indie rave complete with party barn and stage, oil drum fires and people who are not normally seen in daylight appearing from an eclectic mix of vehicles. Being in rural France, the music started nearly an hour later than advertised, and the first act was Gertrude, a burlesque accordion artist, with a fine line in animal noises... She performed for an hour. Second up was the reason we were there - Bourbon, a Rory Gallagher tribute band, and while we aren't into Rory ourselves, we have a chum who is and leads the band. But as we are no longer 25 years old, the fascination with semi-pro rural music faded, so we didn't make it through to the final act, Punkabilly band D-Track, which was a shame in some ways, as they play very jolly, infectious music.
So that was Sunday. Wednesday is always market day at la Flèche for me, but I don't expect to see trams passing the market. I'm not sure where this one was heading to, but it certainly mucked up the traffic for a while in town!
I also did time this week finding hidden water cylinders and photographing their detail plates - two houses, two instances of the hot water cylinder being hidden and essentially blocked away for all identification and maintenance purposes! How mad is that! We are on our third hot water cylinder since buying our house, as with extremely hard water, they only seem to last about 10 years.
I'm not sharing photos of that sort of malarkey.
During the week, the fish in the lower pond seemed quite distressed - the water level is getting worrying in that pond. Of course another reason for it seeming to be quite active, is that it is not the solitary specimen I thought it was - I counted at least four. It was therefore something of a relief on Saturday that the level of water in the pond had risen and the fish were not to be seen.
Then yesterday was Vide Grenier at Echimiré day - very similar to a car boot, in that as a seller, you arrive very early and have to spend ages swatting people off, before you can get a display you are happy with. For the organisers, they make their money on selling a variety of liquid and solid refreshments, so the early morning coffee was very welcome as was a glass of rosé wine and a punnet of chips at lunchtime. For us, the aim is to reclaim space, so we were happy to see large items go, and only really dug our heels in on dropping prices when someone was pratting, around making out he couldn't understand my French. As the lady on the next plot said to him, "she will start increasing the price if you carry on being rude - your wife understands very well!" Anyway, we do another one in a few weeks and that is our lot for the year.
Now we come to a question of time. If I have time, I will prepare a couple of blogs to be published the next two Sundays, as I am away to the UK and won't have the technology to post anything. Apologies if I don't get round to it however as all sorts of "stuff" seems to be cropping up this week.
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