He appeared in our front garden one morning just before Christmas last year. The weather had changed all over sudden. It had become bitterly cold and windy and the very last few leaves had been swept away East. The snow fell the evening before he came and it was lovely to follow the flakes gently …
“Les gnostiques” by Jacques Lacarierre, a revised edition from 1973, the reading of which has set my curiosity on fire. I had been uneducated, innocent, unaware of the whereabouts of people during those times around Jesus’ life. I always thought that this guy Jesus was the only one walking around the Mediterranean basin in Egypt, …
This week we’re eating the last tomato salad for this year and we’re savouring it! As for the courgettes they are not looking great with the colder nights. Something really nice: I went to gorge myself on the last bunch of Muscat grape…mmmmmm.... The pumpkins and butternuts are magnificent. I had a try this year …
There is a piece of French prose that I have added to my blog about the sounds animals make when they communicate, and it is a lovely piece. It has a lot of those forgotten words that have disappeared from the French language or if not disappeared, at least forgotten because not used anymore…I would …
Alphonse Daudet’s tales with Fernandel’s charismatic voice have enchanted my childhood. How many times have I followed trembling Mr Seguin’s little goat into the mountain? And what about the pope’s mule, she was so clever that little one! With one excellent hoof kick well aimed and hop! Daudet with his wind mill in Provence surrounded …
Les contes de Daudet et la voix de Fernandel ont enchanté mon enfance. Combien de fois ai-je suivi en tremblant la petite chèvre de Mr Seguin dans la montagne ? Et la mule du pape, elle était bien maline celle-là! Un coup de sabot bien placé et hop! Daudet dans son moulin à vent entouré de …
He arrived here during the glorious spring of 2012. The wild plum trees and the hawthorns were in flower. Gilles and Laurent, father and son, two neighbours, had been helping us with the fencing poles and with Yves and his brother in law we had just finished building his shelter. Brigitte and Demian who came …
This blog is intended to be an adventure. We’re leaving today and we don’t really know where we’re going. We are not innocent, a bit mad, like tight rope walkers we’re going to walk on a steel wire above the abyss, totally focused on keeping our balance. Our steel wire will be what’s true, what’s …
I was 60 last February and when I thought, what could I do that would be really special, taking a few days off to go walking with my donkeys is what I came up with that I felt very excited about....click on the title or the picture to read on....
La dame aux ânes 