Tuesday, 27 September 2016

All Packed




Ten o clock in the morning and the suitcases have been packed, unpacked and repacked.  The taxi isn’t due until half one.  I am always ready far too early.



Thinking about what I’ve forgotten to pack.  Are four pairs of shorts enough?  Paul sighs and reminds me that there are shops in Australia.  Did I pack the bread sauce?  Yes, my daughter has requested packets of Colmans Bread Sauce mix.



Fidgeting, watching daytime television.  There’s a consumer programme presented by Julia Somerville, Angela Rippon and Gloria Hunniford.  Paul wonders what their combined age is.  I’m wondering how much hair spray they’ve used on their bouffant hair do’s.



Can’t settle.  I’m just going to go and clean the bathroom. Yup,  I’m nervous about the flight.


Saturday, 24 September 2016

Back to Blighty



We shut the house up yesterday morning and drove north to Caen to catch the overnight ferry to Portsmouth.  This is just a collection of snapshots from the journey...




Paul doing his yoga exercises. Actually he was turning the water supply off. The bags are full of polystyrene which are placed in the cavity to prevent the pipes from freezing over winter.

Busy French motorways...



Sweeties for the journey











A quick stop for a cheeseburger, fries and coffee. You can't beat McDonald's for speed and consistency.




Sailing into Portsmouth Harbour at dawn.


The Spinnaker Tower



Photo of HMS Victory taken through the misty cabin porthole - reminds me of a painting by Turner.

Wednesday, 21 September 2016

The Last Ride








It was our last ride out this morning.  We set off at about 8.30 a.m. and it was cold but sunny.  The heavy dew sparkled in the sunlight. I was concentrating hard as I pedalled up a steep rise, focusing on the road and trying to avoid fallen chestnuts. A sudden movement to my right caught my attention and there, looking at me in wonder (what was this puffing apparition in pink lycra?) were three young deer standing in the meadow just a few feet away.  They were so sweet, their dark eyes and black little noses.  I stopped and we just looked at each other before they eventually bounded away into the trees.  



We cycled past the lake, the water levels still very low.  There were some baby coypus playing along the grassy banks and a heron took flight as we went by.  It was all very bucolic.

We climbed Les Chenes for the last time this year and suddenly the peace and quiet was interrupted by a procession of four- wheel drive vehicles careering along the lanes.  All the occupants were wearing orange Day-Glo caps and jackets.  Autumn is a beautiful season in France – gorgeous countryside in a blaze of autumnal colours but it also heralds the start of the hunting season.  I hope my pretty trio stayed safe today. 
 
spiky chestnuts scattered on the road, not good for cycle tyres

Tuesday, 20 September 2016

Countdown


wonderful grapes this year

This morning we cycled.  Our last ride will be tomorrow and then the lycra and the bikes will be packed away until next year.  I will no longer be able to regale you with tales of cycling but just wait until I get on that surf board!  This morning we once again met the jogger with his uncontrolled and ill mannered dogs; fortunately they were more intent on chasing a car today than trying to savage two cyclists.  

Paul pruning the wisteria
In preparation for our imminent departure Paul has been pruning anything that moves in the garden.  The climbing roses have been cut right back and the barn looks very stark.  The wisteria has also been pruned and it’s rather sad to see the flowers scattered across the gravel.  But this treatment will ensure an abundance of flowers next Spring.

before

after

I rescued some of the roses, they have been given a reprieve for a few days.


autumn crocuses


Sunday, 18 September 2016

Bad Hair Day



This morning Paul asked me to cut his hair so that he will look handsome and dashing when he walks out of Sydney airport next week.  Unfortunately I forgot to put the comb onto the end of the cutters so he now has a dashing streak up one side of his head. (I have been forbidden from taking a photo.)

I then decided to press my white linen dress ready for packing.  Clearly I had enjoyed my sauce laden lobster a bit too much last week and discovered a huge, orange blob.  I have spent the morning trying to remove the stain.

The day is going well.


Saturday, 17 September 2016

Saturday



I never relish climbing hills when out cycling but this morning it felt like I was towing a cartload of bricks, I just felt so tired. No particular reason to be that weary, I suppose it was just one of those days.  It was a good excuse to stop for a longer than usual break in town and we had some fun just sitting and people watching. (The cycling helmet and dark glasses provide a good disguise.)  A few late season tourists, Dutch by the look of them. Some young teenagers aimlessly wandering around, eyes fixed on their smart phones.  Ah, playing Pokemon I am told. Not aimless at all then. The scruffy, long haired dachshund taking himself for his daily walk, stopping traffic and demanding right of way.  The housewives scurrying off to the market tightly clutching their shopping baskets.  A gentleman on his racing cycle with a baguette bought from the boulangerie neatly tucked into his drop handle bars.  So much to see.

Always the efficient housewife I put a load of washing on after we got home.  It’s a shame I didn’t remember to put any detergent in.

Paul decided to dismantle and pack away the solar lights we bought for the terrace earlier in the year. They have worked admirably well. He had a bit of a surprise when he discovered an active wasp nest in the base of one of the lights.  The nest is now no more.



Well, I might have been slow cycling this morning and a bit forgetful about the laundry but I had a resounding victory at ping pong this afternoon – I won 2 games to 3.