Church Bells – Les Cloches de l’√Čglise

DING DANG DONG

Church Bells – les cloches de l’√©glise
Chimes – Carillons
Bells – Cloches
Ringing – Sonnerie

At 7 am je prends this is what I hear:

The bell rings in threes, trois times so 3 x 3

Then four single rings then thirty-two double rings then four single rings.

At 12 midday it rings but how many I’m not sure I must go there and make an effort to listen properly then I can maybe understand better but im not always around nor does the sound travel clearly for all the rings depends on the wind blowing direction!

Then again at 7pm it happens all over again.

Get up do your prayers go to work

Stop working, mange your lunch then return.

Stop work do your prayers and aller home.

More research required but to be honest I’m already so used to them, I hear them start whilst laying in bed every morning and trying to count them, but it is more effective than Nytol or counting sheep… hence the lack of facts and¬† beaucoup uncertainty

If someone out there has the answers please write in the comment box, although I did find this info Church Bell Chimes click here for more

Goodnight I’m off to listen for them… ūüôā¬† Bon Nuit

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sunday Lunner ***

So the day started early with our first trip (not bad waiting for 4.5 semaines) to the local Boulangerie 9.1 km away as we had Martins daughter (who was still in bed) visiting for 46 hrs. And he wanted to give her a ‘french breakfast’¬† a treat as we all know it, it’s called le petit d√©jeuner ( little lunch). We drove about a few different streets till we trouver it. We had heard the storied about the this lady how she looks after her regulars but not letting strangers come in the shop and buy more than their ‘fair allowance’ of wares, She delivers in a small van to our hamleau¬† a couple of times a week, but only what you have¬† pre-ordered and only if its regular. Upon arrival into the shop same as any other shop you say bonjour¬†Monsieur‘dames and they ‘the customers and assistants’ greet you back in the same way. We stood pondering the glass display of goodies, others came in and we allowed them to pass while we decided, until we got shouted at ALLEZ ALLEZ ALLEZ… before, we would have worried but all was ok when we realised this old lady was deaf. So he bought a selection of pain au chocolat (for Her), pain aux raisins (for Himself) et croissant aux amandes(Pour Moi) and des luxurious ‘Buerre’ straight croissant.

 A grand Flute (for him and Lunner).

We had been waiting to see some brocante & troc/truc (second-hand markets). We had visited the previous week to a shop that was froid, damp et smelly, the old guy in the corner puffing on his Gauloise tabac certainly did not enrich the experience but I least I knew I was in France. So the day had come that the Carmeau Ecole Vide Grenier (which mean Empty Loft – that’s right a bootsale! Everyones old S*** and thats exactly what is was held in the school yard on tables, no Car boots and not what we had been hoping for… although Martins daughter did manage to get two handbags out of her dad.

Disappointed Martin said lets see if ADAM BROCANTE is open (bear in mind its Sunday or any other day it seems are non trading day or hours) it a sign post on the main road we had seen several times somewhere on out route home. So I drove cautiously reading every small road sign on the right (that is all I could recall) Martin was sat in the back. Eventually we found it and I turned in the road, over the simple railway crossing and we ended up in some guy (I guess he may be called Adam)’s backyard, I hesitated and backed up the single mud track. Martin jumped out to investigate or peut-etre more explore. He disappeared behind the bushes then came back and waved us out! Sunday at 12:00 – Lunch waits for nothing how roode of us. The man came out half-dressed in his vest reeking of yesterdays booze and tabac but proceeded in amongst chewing and popping back and forth in his house I guess to finish his meal to spread out his ware that blocked the entrances to his out buildings more shed than outbuildings he was very pleasant. We mooched and Martin rooted in the corners with his iTorch. I like to watch a programme called Money for Nothing, or maybe it was Bargain Hunt or some other but I had recently seen what I though was something similar to this porcelin-water and on the programme there was what looked like damage around the tap, anyway it turned out to be crusties and grott like limescale and dirt which cleaned up nice and made some dollar!¬† So whilst Martin was scrabbling through everything not in the foreground, I decided to make some french conversation to deviate away from the awkward standing and looking uncomfortable.

So as I had a quick rummage I saw a couple of these simple enameled white with blue like Nana’s apple pie plate or Mam’s rice pudding tin (the one with the seule yaune fleur) and I

said “qu’Est-ce que c’est” as I picked it up and showed it to Adam…

“c’est compliqu√© “he replied I laughed and showed more interest
“c’est m√©dical” he claimed… I leaned in further intrigued¬†

The international language of hand signals and pointing along with some words I didn’t manage to catch, got him pointing and playing charades with the Jug in one hand the imaginary water into the jug flowing through the equally invisible pipe that led from the raised jug into his bottom! It’s an enema or vagina douche I realised followed by laughter blushes from me and “Elle comprends” with equal laughter from him.

A drive by via Plan de l’eau Roucarie, up to La Mayrie – click here¬† the latest house which has some interest we saw it earlier in the week with a Gorgeous ( Said Liza Tarbuck style) young agent From Century21 s’appelle lui-m√™me Aurelie

Back home they took a bonding session walk with Fidget while I was preparing dinner but the rain came so it only lasted dix minutes or so and they were back.

Menu

Rosemary et Garlic Baked Camembert

avec Flute & Plums

Beouf bourguignon avec des quenllese de baguettes (Encore!)

  Also with buttered green beans (Again!)

Tarte Tatin avec glace à la vanille

 Castaway & Mamma Mia DVD were chosen

>>> Bed…

need to get up early again to get back to the airport.

Au revoir.

*** A late lunch and early dinner like brunch… is there an offical name for it ?

Midi Canal Peek

tarn-et-garonne_et_provinces-svgSo after a weekend avec une visitor, that we dropped at Toulouse-Blagnac Airport on a whim, we or maybe it was I made the decision to make the most of being so far west from home proche Pamplonne that we needed to head a bit more west and north to Montauban. SO we got out the Michelin Map ( ooo I do love a map) and plotted to travel on past to Valence d’Agen where as always everything was closed Monday morning but we did find an agent that was open¬† she was called Sophie Bizard , Bourse de l’immoblier, and she taught us how to pronounce Bordeaux correctly amongst other things ( I guess local accent¬† changes here too! Martin being Martin took the opportunity to say it as many times as possible until Sophie asked him if he was moque her… of course he was but luckily she was laughing with us, any way she rang around her colleagues in neighbouring towns and registered our interest so that SHE is our agent within that company so if the right property comes up she gets the commission, very Dynamic and pleased us that she seemed on the ball. We then went on to Moissac and Castelsarrasin where all in all we registered with another half a dozen agents.

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During our 400km day trip we crossed the Tarn the Garonne back and forth over the Canal du Midi a place Martin has always wanted to be, on his yacht crossing from one Ocean to the other…

Grand Old Duke of York at Cordes Sur Ciel

Today (Saturday) we collected our first visitor and drove straight to Cordes bit of a mad dash from Toulouse, as the flight was slightly delayed and so we only just made it to lunch in time ( more on that on a separate post) through the constant rain. The photos speak for themselves although lashing down and donned with rain coats and a chill, in the rain it was still beautiful to walk carefully, even if out of breath and heart in aerobic beating fashion from the restaurant at the bottom through the winding cobbled & artisanal filled streets to the top and as soon as we reached the summit with ‘The Duke’ whose idea it had been to visit despite the weather marched us, back down again, as he was cold and wet and his shoes were letting in water… not even a pause for coffee at the top.

 

Just one of the Artisinal boutiques… amazing hand painted fabric…amonsgt many other treasures.

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Strange girl behaviour from Essex

for the cat lovers

 

 

 

 

Foire de Mariage

So Mandy I’m so handy, is showing her wares at this exhibiton.

Salon du Mariage -espace Gérard Philippe, 31620 Fronton, Midi-Pyrenees, France.

This weekend 5 /6 novembre 2016

Julie took me round to Mandy house as previouly planned earlier in the week with Mandy, however she wasnt there as her daughter Chloe had come off her Motobike (she only got it back two or three days ago after it was repaired) and so Mandy had headed off to hospital to get Chloe checked out. Fingers crossed that she is okay.

So here you see her demonstration cakes for the Wedding Faire between Montauban & Toulouse. Im sure her exhibiton stand will look much more professional than my snap shots.

Completly edible including the Flowers (not the ribbon or Stalks)

Get your orders in after you put your eyes back in and stopped dribbling! Even if you dont plan to be a bride thers always a Anniversaire (Birthday) or Celebration even just to celebrate Cake! ūüėČ you know me!

La Toussaint -All Saints day

Many Christians remember the lives of their mort relatives and all the saints on this day 1st November (Fixed). They visit special church services, place Fleurs on family graves. Here in France, it is also a popular period for a short autumn vacances to visit or be close to famille members.

The streets have been lined with flowers for sale at the florists. Chrysanthemums are an important symbol of grief and funerals and can be seen in abundance. Hence, they are often laid on graves, turns out they are for this day NOT to for giving as gifts.

I walked along with the dog ‘Fidget’ this evening to the local church and its tiny cemetery to see for myself, they are well-kept places although I did have a bit of a chuckle at the small collection of empty laundry liquid bouteilles et other plastic bottles disregarded but for communal use to top up the flowers and plants with eau.¬† Wish I’d taken that photo now! However, I was being discreet incase it was disrespectful.¬† I’m told, inside this dull appearance church, its beautiful, and a surprise. Peut-Etre I’ll be brave and venture in some day when the doors are open.

 

Weather Catch up

So today was a fixed public holiday here in France, All Saints Day.  The 1st November every year no matter what day it falls on that is the public holiday so folk often have yesterday off to bridge to the weekend and make it even longer.

So nothing open and Martin had to work all day, Boohoo… I know you are all feeling sorry for him and rightfully so. It’s a tough life after coffee break pre lunch… trying to relax for 5 minutes as I.T. has him very stressed today.

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Not wanting to rub anybody’s nez in it but the temperature inside the pierre grange – clearly doing what its supposed to do… stay cool.

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17.5 in the cold shaded stone Barn

But outside Martin was testing the water…brrrr and the food…yum quiche fromage de chevre epinard avec salade crudit√©s

The temperature was around 28 earlier I even got ‘Corned beef skin’ through my linen shorts! Whilst eating my lunch outside. You know, that blotchy red-hot skin from standing too close to the fire!?!

And this is how the seasons are changing, the long shadows down the steep chemin, one of the roads leading out from our calme hamleau, the tree half-way down overwhelms my eyes with its abundant colour party going on!

For those of you that know her I hope you are wearing your Tena Pants…

So I’m doing my daily post in a rush to get to do my weekly Skype with my mama and when the video camera lights up my screen she is sat in her front room waiting for me to video call her and this is the vision I had… I nearly pee’d my pants with laughter! Mad Mama Mary I think I’ll call her from now on. Don’t you just love her?! Good job I didn’t take too long she would have been passed out from the heat and lack of oxygen.

Casper the friendly Ghost or Ghost buster? Coming out of the toilet?

However she still has amazing eyebrows… x

Halloween

These are not for Halloween lanterns but some of them look just as scary.

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Is this scary enough… sat next to me on the step sadly it was dying.

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M. Raferin is a scaredy cat couchon when he gets hand fed by the lovely Michelle notre gentile voisine.DSCF7055.JPG

Or this giant topiary chicken running away along the horizon

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or the natural spooky mist rising from the river either that or someone has the dry ice out again!

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Drifting, Dams, Drops…

No trick photography here but to see with your own eye what a treat!

HA HA HA ( Deep Voice scary Laughing)

Happy Halloween!!!

Maximillian to us

Peut-√ätre just ‘Max’ to his owners, anyway I’ve missed him on 3 occasions, and I’m not sure where to begin the story…

So firstly the name change… Maximillian is the name the character played by Russel Crowe is called by his late Uncle Henry played by Albert Finney in one of our favorite dreamy french life movies directed and produced by Ridley Scott ‘ A Good Year’ which was based loosely on a book by the same name by Peter Mayle that why we have refered to him with his Sunday best.

Next who he is and why I’ve been waiting to see him. OK well he belongs to Colin & Stephanie who are also the owners of¬† Le Clot Chambres D’Hotes (Bed and Breakfast) which is 4.4km away from where we are staying. However he is also the Boyfriend of the beautiful Fidget I introduced you to at the beginning of Octobre.

The reason I say I’ve missed him on several occasions¬† is two-fold, firstly let me tell you he is old and deaf, yet he escapes, when he has not seen Fidget for a while and travels the 4.4 km to arrive at Fidgets door somewhat exhausted, that is long way and some steep hills at his age, Fidget Sulks when he arrives as he has no energy left to play or entertain her and needs to rest by which time his owners have been informed and they come to collect him. However its a two-way street, Fidget does the same journey to go visit him when it suits her, what a love story!

Let me tell you how disappointed I was when he arrived to finally get some love story shots of him and her together having arrived by car so not worn out and only a day since¬† being apart from Fidget, she had a weeks holiday with him and Colin, and they were coming for a thank you Sunday Pork Roast Dinner with Yorkshire Puddings to our voisins… Lucky Colin. So I missed him on the occasions when he turned up unexpectedly and i missed him when he arrived on several shots as it turns out he is camera-shy … so this is the only shot i got of him under our table, Fidget close by in the background.

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Mature ‘Mutton’ Max