A country life in France
We are now well into our third week of confinement. Things appear to be going well for us and the time is passing very quickly, It should get even better now that the weather is set to pick up again. We are now fully confident that we have not brought any nasty bugs home with us from Provence and so I am no longer trying to completely avoid everybody by walking Nell at a time
It has been a busy day, not much time for anything. We walked the dog this morning but I took no photographs until I decided to take a few potshots in the village on our way back.
Today’s dog walk was a little longer than usual, we stretched our legs a bit by going around Boucle No 9. It was a grand day for it, with sun shining in clear blue sky – just the migrating geese overhead. It has been looking a lot like Autumn for many weeks now, though the shedding of brown leaves was entirely due to the long, hot and dry summer. Now we have the real thing
Things have been awkward on the blogging front. We were hacked and that took some sorting out and kind of took the heart out of it somehow. Then we went away for some weeks and whilst we were away the server picked up a nasty malware infection that took many hours of work and remains in an unwholesome state. At many points we were on the verge of taking down the server completely and so
In common with much of France, Maison Celle does not have the luxury of a household rubbish collection. We have communal bins in the centre of the village, to which we walk our Poubelles in black bags and also our recycling bags. Glass is not permitted in the clear recycling bags and must be taken to a glass recycling point, the closest of which is in the centre of Saint-Rémy. A wide variety of items
Our home is situated in an area that you might call the wider Gartempe Valley. It is actually almost 7 kilometres to the river, straight down the D10 in the Lathus direction, but close enough to pop the dog into the car and head off to look at a new territory for her walk today. Nell’s usual daily walk takes in part of Boucle no 9, one of the loops that makes up a chain
Nell and I went for a walk this morning, taking the camera with us, whilst Mr L and Cat went to the vet in l’Isle Jourdain. This is an image-intensive post. I have used medium sized images in the mosaic to keep the page load down, click through to see them larger if desired – then it will be possible to navigate directly to the next images in the larger size. From there you can
As Cat was in the house when Mr L returned from walking the dog, he boxed her up and headed off to the vet to make an appointment but in the hope that they might just fit her in. They couldn’t, so he was soon home again and she is due for her rendezvous on Monday morning. Cat will be needing a name for her passport. We have decided on Fifi as Mr L will
Adriers is a small town a few minute’s drive from here, on the far side of the N147. It is perhaps 7 km away. We will no doubt get to know Adriers well as not only is our GP there but as we discovered this past week, it offers some leisure facilities that we may well wish to use in the future. There is a small motorhome aire, without services, adjacent to the Stade and