I am a great fan of detective fiction. Give me a Sue Grafton, J.D. Robb and especially the classic Agatha Christie ‘who done it’ any day. Consequently, I read frequently of police asking questions, garnering answers. It’s something you read about, but it just doesn’t happen in real life. UntilContinue Reading
Wednesday night is Pizza Night here in my village. A truly special treat. The boulangerie (bakery) sets up a pizza oven outside the shop, on the sidewalk, and makes the most amazing wood fired pizzas. My Village I am lucky in that the centre of my small village boasts 3Continue Reading
The weekend was spent working in the garden, clearing, planting and general maintenance. As dusk descended, the village bells told me it was time to stop. It is one of the things about France I absolutely adore, having the bells gently tell me the time. Now each village is different.Continue Reading
My wee French house is medieval in origin. It’s rather a guess without dendrochronology (dating via wood/tree rings), but there are a few factors that give some insight. The age of the village and the predominance of similar aged houses around mine. The thickness of the houses’ stone walls, andContinue Reading
That’s right, I am forcing my French. This is not for the feint hearted. Don’t try this at home. At least if you aren’t visiting or don’t live in France. I am in need of, as well as desirous of, improving my French. Fast. And I have taken a certainContinue Reading
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