20 September 2015
It is; it really is.
G and I were away for a month of:
hard work (the alarm went off each morning!)
sultry heat (up to 40 degrees)
misty mornings (obscuring the valley)
long evenings (beers on the terrace)
stargazing (no city lights)
picnic lunches (Puy d'Yssandon our favourite spot)
decisions (kitchen, dépendance...)
gardening (planting, pruning...)
painting (shower room)
harvesting (our apples, peaches, figs...)
no internet or phone or TV (digital detox)
enjoying friendships (and making more)...
listening to turtledoves, owls, raptors (and tweety nameless others)...
Even Larry would have been impressed with our happiness scores.
And now to the photos. Pray do tarry, and let me bore you a while.
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| The terrace, and a perfect day for planting... |
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| 'Our' turtledove, which roosted noisily in the fig tree below each evening. |
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| I'm rather pleased with my terrace and new plantings... |
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| We rearranged the furniture and like it better this way. |
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| The dépendance, or monastic cell, which was friend M's home for a few nights, and from which he emerged beaming each morning... |
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| ...only to stagger the few paces to the hammock. |
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| (Only kidding.) In fact, M and G worked like crazy pruning the fig tree (above left, M up the ladder; G in the tree) and hauling the huge biomass from one side of the garden to another. |
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| No time for hammocks or holiday sloth. |
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| Man with mission = happy man |
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| More tree on the ground than standing upright now. |
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| We all had our duties. I was on planting and weed-mat fatigues |
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| The oleanders and other perimeter shrubs have really grown since last August... |
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| An old carriage seat pressed into service as part of our Outdoor Living set. |
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| Braving the cool-but-deadly shade of the walnut tree for lunch. |
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| A personal favourite photo. Note how members of the Friends of la Fromagerie Society spend their time, while the landowner averts his gaze. No wonder numbers are dwindling. |
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| Evening stroll - at about 10 pm. |
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| Another attempt at an arty shot. |
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| Stewed home-grown apples in birthday bowl :) |
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| Small-but-perfect peaches ripened faster than we could eat them. |
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| Beautiful-to-look-at pears too, but each one had a rotten core, for some unknown reason. Maybe the lack of PPPPesticides? |
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| New plants all in - lavender, mesembryanthemum, gaura, rosemary, creeping grevillea... |
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| Looking in from outside, the barn reminds me of a lantern. |
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| Peaches, anyone? |
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| It all feels like one... |
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| Microgreens on every salad :) |
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| Home-grown peach clafoutis |
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| Warm summer evenings: every door and window open to catch the breeze. |
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| Pretty darn civilisée, if you ask me. |
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| Lavender. I'm determined to have lavender. |
And then, the activity levels really ramped up. Gregg and Tom came back on site to start on the bed platform in the dépendance. We'd deliberated long and hard about whether or not to go ahead with it. In the end, we decided to go for it, and make the dépendance a really useful space.
And the view from the bed would be magic.
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| View from the bed... |
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| The boys are back in town... |
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| It's these little details that make Tom's work special. |
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| It's great when it's all hands to the pumps and everyone has a project. |
While G and T worked in the tiny dépendance, G began the long and fiddly task of building the kitchen cupboards, and I began to paint the shower room. The heat was intense, but the craic was good. And tea was in endless supply.
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| No more calm indoors, but it had to get worse to get better. |
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| Cutting the solid beech counter top outside in the shade. |
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| The A team - Tom, Brian and Gregg. |
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| Tom and Gregg installed a single Chestnut plank under the A frame, to hide the concrete plinth. The beam was about 100 years old... |
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| Close-up of the chestnut plank. It's beautiful. |
Talk about inglorious fruit...a gift (of several) from the neighbour. They tasted fantastic.
Our figs were ripening at the rate of knots, and we ate them with home-made yoghurt for breakfast, for second breakfast, and warm-from-the-tree snacks at any time.
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| Now for a fence, to mark our territory...We carefully measured and marked our official bornes... |
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| ...dug down through the impacted gravel and geotextile membrane to a goodly depth... |
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| Concreted the post holders in and marked them to stop innocents tripping over them overnight. |
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| Et voila! C'etait fini! |
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| We had to leave enough room to drive in and out, of course. |
Last August I ran out of time, but this time, I managed to finish the stone terrace with a lime/sand mix to deter weeds and further bed in the stones. It looked good!
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| Check out the three valiant little vines (with iron ring collars) on the terrace. |
There are three little vines growing through the stones of the terrace, and they'll have to be trained and coerced to keep to the left of the shutters and door. I've put iron collars around them to stop them being trampled and forgotten.
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| I know, awkward. |
The kitchen turned out to be a major project. G did a fantastic job.
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| ...although clearly there were times when it all became too much. |
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| Hire a hubby |
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| It's coming along! Next time, the high cupboards will go in. |
The bathroom was a complete pain to paint, as it's tiny and full of stuff already! The niche above the toilet will be tidied up, promise, and the cavernous hole behind will be hidden, but all in good time.
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| The jury is out - is it sunflower-yellow, honey-yellow, or sable? |
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| Starting to look almost established. |
John (the gardener) came by and pruned the hazelnut tree to improve the already ridiculous view. He found that it had dwarfed a pear tree with a quince grafted to it. And he mowed the perimeter of the meadow areas that we had marked out with string. It looked great when he'd done.
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| Hazelnut going........ |
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| ...going... |
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| ...gone (well, lower, anyway). |
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| Petit, mais costaud :) |
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| Les amis |
Ah well. It all feels like a dream.
À la prochaine....
