MOULES FRITTES NIGHT

One of the best nights of the village year is the Moules night. Half the village go up to the lake and eat their way through 400kg of mussels.

Then their was a disco till 3 am.

A brilliant evening.

Fat boy tucks in to his first kilo of mussels!

Paul & Katy can put it away a bit as well.

Our table tucking in!

KATY AND PAUL ARRIVE

Katy and Paul are over for a few days so we had a BBQ on Friday evening and drank the fridge dry!

Guess who fell asleep outside!

Mrs BEATON

Plenty of time on our hands so Marie made a pretty good cake with the strawberries from the garden.

AROUND THE VILLAGE

Had our serious dog walking heads on last week. A quick 5 miles doing the village rounds.

The watering hole at the end of a long walk.

The dogs were pretty knackered.

GROWING STUFF

Fruit and veg are growing rapidly in the garden, so much so that we are giving some away. The freezer is now at bursting point and we have so many pickles & chutney's in the larder.

Plenty of lettuce. Oakleaf and icebergs.

Courgettes (loads of them), Cucumbers and Gherkins

Sprouts, cauliflowers, cabbage (for the autumn), strawberries,

Loads of beetroot, carrots, spring onions, leeks.

The apple & plum trees are loaded.

A barrel has been bought and cider is going to be made.

A selection of preserves. Pickled shallots, beetroot, spiced gherkins, & curried courgette and onion chutney.

SUMMER SCHEDULE

Lots of things happening in the next few weeks as summer takes hold.

Here is the summer diary.

30th July. Katie and Paul arrive for 4 days

1st August. Moules frittes night at the lake. (All nighter)

6th August. Paul arrives. Bruno has been warned.

9th August. Old Shipmate Alan Cartwright and family are coming. They are staying at a campsite nearby.

13th August. Big pig roast at the lake organised by the village.

3rd September. Tim, Bomber and 4 more are arriving in their motorhome. Bruno will be in overdrive!

ST POTAN DOG SHOW

Sunday at the lake there was a dog show organised by "Le Societe de Chasse" (The hunt)

We certainly don't agree with hunting, but it seemed a good idea to check it out to learn more about our hosts.

Hunts from all over the area turned up with their packs to show them off and to be judged.

There was also an open section for dogs which we didn't realise or we would have entered Bella who is a pedigree.

Arthur could not have entered and he was the result of an affair between a huskey and an alsation, so he would have been disqualified for being a half caste!

Hunting dogs.

Er..More hunting dogs but white.

Griffon hunting dogs. Very hairy!

Each hunt had their colours on as they paraded their best dog.

The French are such cruel buggers! They dug a big pit and burried a wild boar up to his neck and then charged a euro to chuck an empty bottle of pastis at it.

Not really...Just an exibition of taxidermy.

The parade of the hunts. Loads of dogs.

The finalists of all dog classifications. The woman on the far left is the area president and her husband was one of the judges. A round of applause was also given to each dog to help the judges. The woman had little applause but still came 2nd.

Best in show went to a rather large hunt dog.

And finally worst in show, pictured from behind.

I am dead when she reads this!

This could be the last post ever on the blog.

Sorry folks!!!!!