This last weekend, our local town payed tribute to The Chestnut. This annual fair brings together all those who grow, eat, or honour, the humble Chestnut. It normally also gives praise to the world's greatest mushroom, the Cepe, but this year the season has already passed, so none was on view.
Unfortunately the weather was against a big turn-out, but who cares. We bought a bottle of freshly squeezed apple juice, and returned to our first proper fire of the season. Perfect for a cold rainy afternoon, there was even a Norman Wisdom film on TV.... Mister GRIMSDALE!!!
Ho Cro, sounds like it was a great time,and there is nothing quite like that first fire and Norman Wisdom what more could you want! Loved your Blog on bloggers too saw a tiny hint of me in there,well a little bit is better than none lol.Carole
ReplyDeletetime for you to start posting some chestnut recipes Cro!
ReplyDeleteLooks like fun! What was happening in the upper corner of the third picture? Haha.
ReplyDelete'Chestnuts roasting on an open fire ...' Did somebody write a song on those lines ? Sounds good!
ReplyDeleteMerci beaucoup for your recent comment. Such out-of-the-blue surprises do much to cheer me up. Hoo had great joie de vie. She never knew a stranger. If we took her somewhere, we could always count on her to wander off and make new friends. Did she find you for me? Tres bon chien!
ReplyDeleteThe French are SO good at tempting you with their wares. It's all so tied up with the country - terroire (how do you spell it?)
ReplyDeleteI love to see the traditions in your neck of the woods.
ReplyDeleteBlimey Willow! You're in colour!
ReplyDeleteTom. Regional grub is ALL IMPORTANT here. As you say, all to do with terroir (no e).
Donna. Welcome to Croville. Hope to see you again.