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Monday, 13 April 2015
Life in the country.
Country life is not all Lambs and Llamas, it's also Tick fever, Foxes, and Feral cats.
Just in the past few days I've witnessed Freddie playing with and terrorising 2 Mice, I've been woken by Bok to find a young Fox looking in through our kitchen window, and I've found one of The Bimbos (a Hen) dead in her pen.
Lady Magnon enjoys watching a TV programme entitled 'Escape to the country' (?), which is about house-hunting townies who want to up-root to the countryside, where they will have the essential country kitchen, wood burning stove, veg' garden, hens, and (every townie's favourite) an Alpaca or two.
Rose tinted glasses are de rigeur with these people; a less likely bunch of mucker-outers you are never likely to find.
In the houses they are shown, nothing is ever right. The kitchen (even though spacious and brand new) is never big enough, there are never enough bedrooms, and the horse loose-boxes are always in the wrong place or the wrong colour. These people have a Beatrix Potter view of the countryside, and nothing less will do.
Invariably the wives do their house viewings in long silk dresses and straw hats, and moan that there isn't a branch of Harrod's in the village. They appear to want 'automatic' countryside, with all the convenience of Sloane Square.
I think townies should remain townies, and country folk should continue to feed them... where they belong!
Doris Lessing, flashers and cats
I have been reading for some weeks now (about three) Doris Lessing's
autobiography, Walking in the Shade.
Doris Lessing came to London in the 1950s havin...
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The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
This is a daily, optimistic, 'photos and comments' blog. I make no judgements (only occasionally), just notes. If you wish to comment in any way at all, please feel free. Everything and everyone (except the obdurate and dictatorial) is very welcome.
I was born just south of London, but for the past 46 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!