Deux Matelots en Bretagne

Saturday, 31 August 2013

My Father passed away 15 years ago today.

At the time, I was still in the Navy, and heading towards my "time done"

I often wonder what he would have made of me moving to France, being in business, and being supremely happy in all things I do right now!

Sadly missed, and never forgotten.

The pic is of me and my family, at my passing out at HMS Pembroke in 1977.

Have just realised, I have done this blog for 5 years, and my dad has not had a mention.

Well, here I am.

Better for your guidance, and enjoying life!

Thanks Dad!

It's the last weekend of the main tourist season, so things are now slowing down a bit at work.

For the last 2 months we have worked everyday, staring at 7-30am, and finally knocking off about 9pm.

As you can see we have kept the gardens looking good...

...and also kept the tennis courts in such good order that even that miserable Jock, Andy Murray, couldn't complain!

We are getting an egg a day off the normal looking chicken, but the "Silkie" is not laying at all. As of yet anyway!

Marie has been building extentions to the coup and now the whole run is spread out like an illegal camp on Israel's West Bank.

One thing for sure, the sweetcorn is 100% perfect this year, and we have quite a crop.

It's a good thing to grow in France as it is damn expensive in the shops.

My plums are now dropping (Oh, do grow up readers!) and after making hoisin sauce, we are now making plum and orange vodka, and plum and lemon gin.

I asked Marie to peel half the spuds in the bag for lunch today.

This is what I got.

The first two chickens are here.

The fluffy little thing is from the "Silkie" breed

Details of the breed can be found here.

The bigger ones breed we haven't a clue about.

Out of the two, she has settled best

The extended run will be added tomorrow, once they have found their feet (or claws)

And within 4 hours. In the words of Maggie Thatcher

"One has become Grandparents"

Marie is hoping for a boy.

Al is hoping for bacon, two fried slices and beans.

After looking after Jane and Alan's chickens 3 months back, we have wanted our own coup.

And here it is!

We also have an extra run for the birds, so looking forward to eggs galore (and being egg bound) in the near future.

The coup is big enough for 6, but we will settle for 4 chickens.

None will be for the pot, just laying only.

Any jokes about needing a decent Cock, will be dismissed as childish and puerile.