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Monday, 27 February 2017
La Maison Bleu.
I have a friend who's father bought a job-lot of paint from British Rail. It was going cheap, so he bought several very large drums.
It was when British Rail were changing their livery from dark-ish green to light-ish blue (1960's ?). They had thousands of tons of the green paint still in stock, and they were eager to be rid of it.
My friend's father painted the house, the shed, the railings, the chicken run, all the furniture, and probably his pencils, in British Rail green.
Of course people started to address their envelopes to Railway Cuttings, or The Station Master, or The Waiting Room, or Platform 5, etc. Apparently he became incensed every time an envelope dropped through the door addressed as such. It was all good fun.
The house above has always been referred to as 'La Maison Bleu' for obvious reasons. It has had the same colour scheme for over 44 years, ever since I've lived in the village.
We went with friends to the Scallop festival in Whitianga; a charming
seaside town in the Coromandal District.
Had a great time...5000 people, lots of wine...
3 years ago
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 is very welcome.
I was born just south of London, but for the past 44 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), a Border Collie/Black Lab' cross called Bok, a cat called Freddie, 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!