Due to hoose delays and accompanying niggles we had more time to kill while waiting to get started on our new life en France. Susan returned from up north in her stealth car and we lunched in Limoges at a place we’ve frequented a few times. She was tired from a long six hour drive and had wisely broken the journey spending a night in La Roche sur Yon which made it more manageable. Mitzy and I had been very brave surviving her absence. That evening – without me Limoges FC won a French Cup game meaning they would be likely to face a larger side in the next round.
We wandered about around where we were living in some lovely weather and had a successful trip to Brive, in part to see what large retailers they had with a bit of pottering and a nice lunch. The plat de jour more than did the job for me.
We had been hanging out a bit in the laundrette in SYlP which is handily placed by a good bakers and doing a bit of research regarding stuff we’ll need. That and me getting back into the swing of a wood burner took up a little time practise made better as one day it tried to sleet! How very dare it… Otherwise, however the weather had been rather good, dry and always rather warmer than we are used to in November. The prisoner of stable block H had a wee trip outside most days on a rather fetching lead, something she got more used to. No pictures will be displayed as she is less than happy with the process.
We had a wee drive into the Dordogne visiting Exideuil and Thiviers. We had a snack in the former and S started saying that her pain au chocolat had three, I repeat THREE, bits of chocolate in it as I was realising mine only had one, I REPEAT ONE! I was cruelly robbed of chocolaty goodness, what a pain…
On the 5th as Mitzy pottered about on her lead we heard sirens – which is very rare. They stopped and soon re-started. It turned out a truck climbing the hill had hit a van on the wiggly bit of road between Le Chalard and SYlP. Sadly the driver of the van was killed. Seeing the damage to the crash barrier and the pictures on the local papers website the poor guy didn’t stand a chance. The lorry driver screwed up badly, was clearly going too fast and was well onto the other side of the road. He was arrested. I had always taken that bit of road carefully but a few continue to whizz past us on it ignoring the floral tributes for reasons best known to themselves.
The annual Chocolate and Madeline event was visited by us again – Madelines are a produced by quite a number of local shops and a couple of factories around SYlP. The event has them showing their wares and giving out freebies as well as letting people buy some. We got a few and left with a reasonable number of extra ones too. Kay and Paul helped us get rid of them. 🙂
Good stuff eh? Nosh can be made to look good!
Next we had a trip to Limoges, again with the intention of scouting retailers. It was a showery and on the way up the wind screen wipers were a little ponderous. In Limoges itself, during a particularly heavy shower they packed up completely! This made a short drive in traffic to a place we could stop hair raising to say the very least. We had lunch as places would be shut for said and were disappointed to discover that they were still next to useless as we drove a short distance to the nearest, small, Renault place. They couldn’t help us…
So we had to get to another place further away with a comedically random occasional semi-sweep from the sodding wipers. Normally when conditions are bad everyone has the same problem and drive accordingly – being the only car which had an issue was not an experience to relish. However, arriving safely and discovering that our French wasn’t enough to detail the issue the large Dealership got a mechanic who spoke some English to establish the problem. They tended to it while we went to a nearby shopping centre. During which time we had details of the trivial reason – on the part of the seller – for the house purchase delay confirmed… The wiper motor was knackered due to a blocked drain flooding the area it sits in – this was something that we had raised twice with UK garages and it had apparently been addressed tho we had always been suspicious that it hadn’t… Another failing of others not us.
The French garage were however very good and we were able to drive home safely on what overall wasn’t the best of days.
After a few more days of pottering we decided to have a road trip. Mlle Sat Nav had been silent for a while so we had her guide us to Saint Emilion – known to those who pay a little more for a bottle of red than average. Having been before when based in Bordeaux we relished the prospect of another visit. Surrounded by tens of thousands of lines of vines we meandered almost on purpose between them to it through little roads.
It’s a great wee place, tho may be best avoided by a recovering alcoholic.
It’s a lovely wee village and despite being off season was open and reasonably busy. There is an underground church which is a must for any visitor and though pictures aren’t allowed is incredible. We had lunch and I had duck which was rather good.
We had a wander around the lac at Ladignac Le Long which was lovely, ignoring a lone yoga doer thrusting skywards in the public building. She didn’t see us – she had headphones on – but we were a little taken aback by her vigour! Most of the municipal lakes have fishing some of the year and often have facilities for general use. For example you can see I set a new personal climbing record of just over six feet.
As Autumn’s leaves fell Kay and Paul pointed out this whopping hornets nest on their land. There are some huge ones visible around here!
Back at the ranch I tried popping Mitzy on a tree branch so she could better look around – she didn’t like that at all and jumped down legging it towards the gite. I was of course forced not only to keep hold of her lead but to follow the fast little bugger for fear of her running away and getting lost. Susan helped brilliantly with this incident by nearly wetting herself laughing at me…
Above is our new view. That’s brought things a bit more up to date. Though there are more stories to share including my quest to get to a Coupe de France match in Limoges. Oh and tales of buying a house!