The Tale of Two Machines

This morning, whilst awaiting my friends from Huis Clos, I left the front door open.  The neighbourhood cats seemed to see this as an invitation.  First the black one which marauds the bar, then a more exotic Persian or something.  Of course, when you politely invite them to leave you have to do it inContinue reading “The Tale of Two Machines”

Friends Indeed

Following Judith’s principle of setting off early in such weather as this, at 10 a.m. this morning I walked out on the Monbos road, taking a right turn towards Thenac.  I soon came to a signpost promising to lead back to Sigoules.  Eventually reaching an unmarked T-junction I had a 50% chance of heading forContinue reading “Friends Indeed”

Keeping up with Judith

On Saturday my pool of Friends to Bank on (25th. July), as I knew it would, increased by two.  Maggie offered to cash me a cheque, and Sandrine insisted I pay for all trips with one at the end of my stay. Yesterday morning I finished the delightful ‘Wodehouse at the Wicket’, edited by MurrayContinue reading “Keeping up with Judith”

Family Pride

Last night at Le Code Bar I was the proudest man there.  The television room seemed to have been commandeered by raucus English pride.  I sat quietly choking throughout the 2012 Olympics opening ceremony.  By the time it finished it was well into today.  Consequently I didn’t wake up this morning until the unheard ofContinue reading “Family Pride”

A Square Meal

Last night Le Code Bar was very quiet.  For this reason Frederick was able to offer me a complimentary glass of wine to drink with him, so I wasn’t quite as abstemious as I’d claimed.  Apparently it is far too hot for people to come out.  He and the staff are very concerned about theContinue reading “A Square Meal”

The Paris Marathon

Last night I watched a DVD of ‘Burn After Reading’.  In this film political thrillers and computer dating get the Cohen brothers’ treatment.  That is, they make farce out of them.  David Edwards of the Daily Mirror described it as ‘………comedy genius’.  That is what Joel and Ethan Cohen are all about.  George Clooney, FrancesContinue reading “The Paris Marathon”

Friends To Bank On

On another scorching day Elizabeth drove me to Southampton airport where I boarded a plane to Bergerac to be met by Lydie, waving her arms and striding across the tarmac to embrace me.  She is, incidentally, about a foot shorter than me with the grip of a bear.  I had to drop my bag.  BeforeContinue reading “Friends To Bank On”

From Lattice To Web

I began this extremely hot cloudless day with a walk through Telegraph Woods.  Alongside Telegraph Road, into which Beacon Road forms a T junction, lies this ancient elevated woodland.  I believe the name comes from the fact that the fire beacons prepared as a warning against the Spanish armada (see 7th. July post) were supersededContinue reading “From Lattice To Web”

Roots

This was another beautiful, hot, summer’s day.  Having spent a large part of yesterday reducing the span of a wandering Philadelphus, or Mock Orange, this morning I tackled its  rambling roots.  Armed with a large fork, an axe, and a back, I set to.  It wasn’t until three and a half hours later that IContinue reading “Roots”

Mudlarking

On this, the first hot summer’s day we have enjoyed this year, we gardened all day.  I had an unfortunate hiatus of about two hours during which I vainly tried to get my printer to produce the right colours in a print I was attempting to make of the picture of Harriet featuring in yesterday’s post.  IContinue reading “Mudlarking”