Rural Life

Autumn Lockdown - Day 34 - OK, some things change

It's Wednesday so it is market day in la Flèche, and finally we see that some things have changed here and for the better.  It has been a source of huge frustration that while you can sell plants (deemed essential), you cannot sell flowers (deemed non-essential) unless done by order/click and collect or some such system.  So it was lovely to see my friend Brigitte out with her stand and the glorious colours of flowers and ornamental cabbages and bouquets and cyclamen.  Brigitte raises her own cut flowers about 1.5km from us, but buys in some potted plants.  It isn't worth her while coming to the market in the hope of selling a 2€ cactus sometime in the day, but people are always after a good bouquet, and hers are some of the best!

The fripperie stands were out as well - so much acrylic and lycra and faux leather in one place!  But people were  happier, even if they weren't buying much.  It was enough that the extra colours and activity were a treat for the eyes and you could dream of wearing that pretty draped blouse, "enjoy" the accordion music from the CD stand and wonder who on earth dreamt up the plastic stuff on the "anything for 2€" stall.  Life seemed a bit more normal.

While Radio 2 and Zoe Ball were going all mushy about the Pfizer vaccine being approved for deployment next week, the feelings about vaccines against Covid here are rather different, with nearly 60% of those questioned saying they wouldn't want it.  They want to ski, to cuddle their grandchildren/grandparents, eat in restaurants and drink in bars, but they don't want to have the vaccine that will make all that possible.  Weird.  Even more weird was a promotion of the Miss France competition that runs later this week with all the 28 contestants (Miss Tahiti can't make it) posing in pretty cocktail dresses, open coats and face masks outside Versailles.  We assume they get to remove the face masks at some point, but it will ruin their make up.  Below, we have not so much Frosty the Snowman, as firewood bundle the Snowman.

Finally, walking around the wildflower meadow, I found the first hints of next spring's bee orchids.  I see at least two on this photo!

I think the damage is badger looking for roots and stuff.

 

Autumn Lockdown - Day 33 - it's the little things...

I'm sure I'm not the only one in this situation.  We are all plugging our way through 2020, with its lockdowns, cabin fever, Brexit anxiety, money worries and all the other things that make this year such a doozie.  So when you spot something unexpectedly lovely, when someone says or writes something unexpectedly kind, when there is just a hint of something good, it can open the flood gates a bit.

I'll not go into the written or said thing - that's personal, but I will share lovely and good.

First of all, a handsome cat portrait to set the scene!  This particular cat is looking forward to the 20th January, when he will become the undisputed only Donald that matters once again!

Today John was cutting the grass at Aldi in Saumur - when he used to do that at Baugé, it could take a while as so many people we know shop there, so would say hello.  It isn't a thing at Tiercé or Saumur, or so we thought.  I got a text from John to say that he had seen someone we know.  Before the old longère next to us was classed as insalubrious (and that was before the ceiling fell in), it was a rental property of last resort, for those who would not get a reference in a million years.  We had some nice neighbours (few), and some stinkers.  Joel was in between - we liked him, but his friends were really the scum of the earth.  He was the original slave of Nibbles.  He was also a tortured artist - some of his stuff is very good, but a lot isn't easy to live with.  We are lucky in that he gave us a slightly disturbing picture that we like, and he added a few very nice sculptures to the outside of the house when it was being renovated.  He moved away when his lease was up, and the last we heard from one of his chums was that he had died.  We were sad but not surprised.  So it was with great joy that I read that John had seen him at Aldi Saumur this afternoon - rumours of his death were clearly exaggerated!

Not all corona is bad, or rather korona!  We bought six strawberry plants in the spring of the variety korona - not deliberately, they were the only ones that Lidl had that day.  They weren't very productive, but what fruit we did get was very tasty, so we hope for more next year.  We grow strawberries in hanging baskets to keep them away from slugs, hedgehogs and chickens.  The leaves have turned the most magnificent colour - the plants just keep giving!

Today's blog was brought to you under slightly challenging conditions - Poirot is being very clingy at the moment!

 

Autumn Lockdown - Day 32 - out and about

After yesterday's rant on the charms (or lack of) of ride on lawnmowers, today I will be much more measured and (I hope) interesting.  Yesterday was all about preparing firewood and recovering from the sheer bl00dy hard work that entails.  It was a magnificent, if cold, morning, so once I had set off an oxtail in the slow cooker, we went to the One Acre Wood to sort out our heating needs.  Our woodland is chestnut coppice with oak stands, as well as annoying amounts of service (or chequers), holly (lots of berries this year) and four pine trees.  The mix of oak, chestnut and pine is down to the requirement to grow oak for national needs (as set down by Napoleon), while the chestnut and pine are to service the needs of the local terracotta tile making industry - the coppiced chestnut provided the required heat for the kilns, while the pine sap provided the resin to glaze the tiles and make them waterproof.  Or some such story anyway.

The oaks are magnificent and we would not touch them for firewood, unless we are taking off unhelpful side branches.  This is the Queen of the Forest.

Chestnut is fair game though, and actually we have quite a bit of standing dead or nearly dead wood, which we are working our way through.  Yesterday John achieved a text book fell of a long dead tree, which I got to mark up into 50cm lengths for him to saw through.

The bigger or fatter bits get split and it all gets loaded into the trailer to take home where it is stored and dried in the more ventilated of our two cellars.  Each piece of firewood is estimated to be handled 9 times between being part of a tree and being on the fire, and that could be an underestimate.  Processed chestnut like this is sold at about 70 to 80 euros a stère (or cubic metre, 3 stères is a corde), which makes it in our view a very good value fuel if you have the right sort of wood burning stove (chestnut spits like crazy so has to be burned in an enclosed burner).  It's even better value if you own the wood in the first place!  This is our booty from yesterday - a stère of processed chestnut.

Today we were out dealing with a collapsed cherry branch - the morning was freezing and dull, this afternoon was brighter but very cold, so we had to keep active.  The better action shot would have been when we took the last chunk of the branch off, but I was holding a rope to swing the wood away from a pipe coming out of the shed, so had my hands full.  And then when it did come off, I ended up on my back in the ploughed field.  Someone thought that was funny.

There was some pretty autumn colour at this cottage - but a weirdly late flowering crocosmia!

 

Autumn Lockdown - Day 31 - the truth about ride on lawnmowers

Yesterday's activity and post got us chatting about ride on lawnmowers yesterday evening - yes, we have such fun!  For a start, how did we end up with 5?  So the next few paragraphs distil our experience and knowledge and may be of use to those that are thinking about them and those that want to replace them.

What are they good at?

Mowing large, flat areas of grass and light scrub with no trees or shrubs, no moles, easy access, no gravel, and no tricky bits.  If you have a suitable small trailer, towing things on the flat and strictly within your own boundaries.

What are they not so good at?

Mole hills, damp grass, fiddly bits, slopes, being moved from one site to another, gravel, narrow entrances.

What do you need to watch out for?

They are possibly the most dangerous piece of gardening equipment you can own, I say possibly because a chainsaw is clearly more dangerous, but people have a healthy respect for them.  My brother worked in insurance and read too many accident reports involving ride on mowers - when I started using them, he was really concerned and kept sending me nasty reports.  I have a healthy respect for them.

You do actually have to insure the things!  Not just against theft (although they do get pinched regularly), but against civil liability (think gravel, think injury to people or animals or fencing).  And that's not cheap.

They are tricky and expensive to maintain - wheels get punctures regularly, batteries generally only live about 4 years, and don't get me started on drive belts for the engine or the cutters!  The required lifts are expensive and irritatingly simple for the price, and the ramps for getting them on and off trailers are similarly expensive and annoying.  And yes, you will need a large, legal for your car, trailer to go with your ride on, because it will break down and need to visit a mechanic.

And on the subject of moving them around - they don't like it!  You see them being taken for drives on trailers around here, but our observation is that a ride on that moves around a lot for work lasts about 2 to 3 years, because they get bounced around so badly on the trailer, bits fall off.  They are not small tractors - build quality can be pretty shonky.  That's why we have so many - we don't move them between sites unless absolutely essential.

They don't actually replace having a conventional mower, as they don't do edges, tight spots, banks and ramps, around pools, and they don't give a particularly nice finish either.  Well some do - but those are the extremely posh, expensive ones that golf courses can afford.  If you have one that collects grass, you have to stop every 10 to 15 minutes to empty a very heavy collector, and also ungum the places where grass clippings fly.  If you have lateral ejection, you spread grass clippings everywhere, and if you have a mulching plate on your lateral ejection, you can only mow when it is very, very dry.

So as well as your ride on mower, you need a conventional mower and a strimmer, plus all trees and shrubs need to allow something 5 foot tall minimum underneath, plus all gates and entrances must be wider than about 4 foot to allow safe passage.  The storage area needs to have a post concreted in so you can padlock your dream machine to it, in the hope it doesn't get nicked while you aren't looking.

If you have 5,000 square meters or more of flat grassland, it can save time: anything less, or with lots of trees and slopes, buy the best conventional mower with traction and electric ignition you can afford - it will still be about half the price of the ride on you yearn for, will give you a much nicer lawn and garden, and you can still listen to your MP3 while mowing.  And that is the advice of people who use them regularly!!

To end this rather dull reflection on life, here is a photo of the limpid, clear and very cold waters of the village wash house, no longer used for beating one's whites in a communal gathering, but a very pretty place to visit.

 

Autumn Lockdown - Day 30 - not much changes

O the excitement!  At one minute past midnight, the #TousAntiCovid app on my phone updated to produce attestations that mean I can shop with less discernment and can exercise for up to 3 hours away from the house but only within 20km of the house.  Wowzer!  It really makes very little difference to life as we know it, the big change may come on 15th December when travel restrictions are lifted and we don't need an attestation, but we will be under curfew again between 9pm and 7am.  I guess the novelty for us is that we can go to the One Acre Wood and cut firewood (counts as exercise rather than essential purchases apparently), but we didn't do that today.

This morning the market was heaving!  All stalls had some sort of queue and were doing good business.  Inevitably, when standing for between 5 and 20 minutes for each stall required, you get into conversation with the people around you.  We all agreed that the queues were long, which was rather a bore, but that it was a very good thing for the stall holders.  We liked the fact that it was sunny, as we could top up our Vitamin D while waiting, assuming we were in a sunbeam.  If we weren't, it was jolly cold.

This weekend is a bit sad.  The reason we weren't out doing firewood today (that is tomorrow's fun) is that we were moving lawnmowers.  We have three sets of people we know who are completing on the sale of their property next week. 

Dear friends made it over just before lockdown to do their final removal of stuff, their leaving party was at the end of October, but my monthly planner shows that we had planned to cook them Sunday lunch tomorrow as a final huzzah before they sold.  John's second ever clients over here move out next week, heading back to the UK and the charms of the Scottish coast - they have hosted a ride on lawnmower (two actually but not at the same time) all that time, but now we have had to stash it in a barn until we find a new client to offer it a home and John work. 

This afternoon we had to clear another ride on from a newer client whose sale goes through on Monday, again we have had to find a barn to stash that one in until he has a new home, so for the first time in 6 years, John actually dished out publicity material to someone who might know someone who might know someone...  I had a final walk around the garden - it is a pretty one, very large and home to a number of different wild orchids in the season.

On the way back from hiding the mower, we noticed a magnificent moon rise.  It wasn't possible to stop to photograph it at its most impressive, so this will have to do.

 

Autumn Lockdown - Day 29 - the answer to the spot the cat competition

So, where was Clause the giant lump of a cat hiding?  In the walnut tree of course - here he is hiding his face in shame at running away from one of his co-locs.  It's a bit grainy as he was a distance away.

Some things and not a lot change tomorrow - we can go further for exercise and all shops and other retail outlets are open again, but we will still need an attestation and we aren't really supposed to cross regional boundaries, and there are no restaurants or pubs open other than for takeaways, and we aren't supposed to meet people socially, and we still have to wear facemasks.  However there is growing evidence that curfew and lockdown do work.  While the UK is glowing in an R number of less than 1 today, we are well below that.  These stats are on a screen shot from the #TousAntiCovid application on my phone just an hour ago.

I went out for a walk and to check on a chum's maison secondaire this afternoon.  It was quite mild but not as sunny as promised, so my laundry is about as wet as when I put it out, just less wrinkled.  At the chum's garden, I noticed an interesting phenomenon on their magnolia grandiflora.  They produce these dramatic seed husks which rarely ripen here in France.  In Australia they seem to be prevented from ripening as they get to a certain point and then become irresistible to cockatoos who go nuts over them and seem to become more than mildly intoxicated.  I have a photo of one lying on its back cradling a nut in a public park - a nicer class of vagrant than in some areas, although they can also do a lot of damage when they put their beaks to it.  Anyway, this seed pod is now producing enticing looking seeds - I may have to gather a few to see if I can get them to grow!

I carried on from that garden and found a point on the hill with a rather pleasing panorama over to the south.  The hills are the last bastion before the flood plain of la Loire.

Finally, we are getting a bit better at this "keeping a fire in" lark, mainly due to having some nice big lumps of cherry wood, which burn slowly overnight.  Tonight we won't be keeping it in however, as we need to remove ash, and hot ash isn't fun to deal with and can burn through what you put it in.  Still, this was a cheery sight this morning.

 

Autumn Lockdown - Day 28 - running late

The best laid plans and all that - I had planned on penning an exposé of the new stage 1 release from lockdown rules today, complete with how that would change my life.  I took some nice photos of cats and imagined a charming story to go with them.  I could have written about the wonders of keeping a fire banked in overnight - something we very rarely manage.  But it is time to talk to Chinon, then do dinner, so here is a photo of the fire this morning:

Here is a photo of a nice rural view:

And here is a photo of a cat in a walnut tree - honestly, there is a cat in the walnut tree!

I promise to be more entertaining tomorrow!

 

Autumn Lockdown - Day 27 - a bit of detail

Last night, President Macron outlined the route out of lockdown for France.  There are some details still to come I think, but from Saturday, some restrictions are lifted or lightened.  I'll discuss them tomorrow perhaps.  Wednesday morning is market time at la Flèche - parking was easier as many of the restrictions due to fibre had been removed.  It was a very lively market and I was able to buy some delicious things, but I didn't take any photos.

This afternoon I had to go into Baugé to get a prescription filled and to make an appointment with the bank.  I look advantage of the visit and the lovely weather to linger around the chateau and look at some of the details that we normally take for granted.  The first thing I noticed was the sundial, with two different scales for whether it is June or December.  Either way, it is so high up and so indistinct that I could not really tell you what time it said, it should have been about 3:30pm.

Looking even higher, I could see a coat of arms at the top of one of the towers, the newest of the towers (see further down for an explanation of this).  Again, with the naked eye, it was difficult to see the detail, so thank goodness for high definition cameras on smart phones!

Yes, the sky really was that blue this afternoon!  I carried on round to the other side of the chateau, away from the Place de l'Europe and the parking area.  There is a magnificent turret - I think the lighter coloured stonework is indicative of relatively recent renovation work.

And finally I reached the square tower at the other end of the chateau to the tower with the coat of arms and sundial.  This is an older style tower, more linked to fortifications and therefore would have been considered the unfashionable end I believe by King René, although Foulques Nerra would have liked it.

As I rounded the end of this tower, I noticed some fabric panels on the garden wall nearby.  This was a series of interpretation panels, showing the history of the chateau and its development.  I photographed one panel, which was the one I found most interesting, showing how the main body of the chateau developed.  By 1500 it was pretty well finished, and while windows and bits and twiddles have been added, and external boundary walls and outhouses have been removed, this edifice has marked Baugé for about 500 years in this form.

So now you know!

 

Autumn Lockdown - Day 26 - a few pictures

I'm actually taking part in a Zoom presentation as I type this - the presentation was supposed to start half an hour ago, but there are announcements and introductions and so I thought I would multi-task, although this will be mainly pictures.  Finally the presentation starts, and the speaker seems amusing.  So here is some mistletoe

The sun setting through trees was particularly dramatic this afternoon.  I liked this tree in particular.

The sun setting through the trees was also a satisfying image.

Finally thoughts on cats and boxes, as we got a vast delivery of very senior cat food yesterday.  Any cat cannot resist the lure of a cardboard box.

Autumn Lockdown - Day 25 - back to normal

Yesterday was one of those days when social media really did come into its own.  Sunday birthdays are always a bit annoying as there is no postie to wait for, and in lockdown, there is no nice restaurant or pub trip.  What I had instead were loads of lovely messages from all over the world, including a few that developed into conversations with people I haven't been properly in touch with for ages.  The weather was also fabulous (but no sunburn in the end), so I was able to take a nice photo of the dusk (the new house blots out the sunset).

In the morning I also took a moment to enjoy the play of sunlight on the walls of the staircase.  The stone walls are unfinished (and have been for over 20 years), and we do plan to get a bit of a skim on them while keeping the stones visible... one day.  The wooden panelling is relatively new (a bit under 3 years) and was part of the staircase renovation project.  We love the contrast and the patterns in the wood.

Back on the 9th November, I put up the first photo in the new orchid watch collection, and here is the second one.  The new stem seems to have gone a bit further and the bud nodules seem to have got bigger, but as it is winter, it's not growing hugely fast, so this could get very frustrating!!

It seemed colder today as it wasn't so sunny - it has taken ages for my office to warm up and now that it is a supportable 21ºC, it is time to close down, turn off the point heater and go and cook supper.  I have spent most of the day wrapped in a serape I bought from a charity shop in Worcester about 17 years ago - so that was £5 well spent!