Nabbed

 

I return to Blighty only to discover that poor Angela Rayner has been getting a lot of stick.

She's a classic 'rags to riches' gal, and good for her for that! But that doesn't excuse her hypocrisy.

She's, frankly, much more suited to being a Trade Union 'rabble rouser' than a senior politician. Such people can shout "Tory Scum" with impunity, but not as the deputy leader of a major political party.

Nor can they fiddle their tax payments on a house purchase (her £800,000 Brighton seaside 'second home' flat), especially when they are Secretary of State for Housing.

Of course, according to the fragrant Angela, she did no wrong; it was everyone else's fault. She took advice from the wrong adviser (don't we all). 

We would all use HER tax adviser, as long as we didn't get caught. Unfortunately all senior politicians are under permanent scrutiny, and she WAS caught! A small question of dodging a £40,000 tax bill was bound to surface.

She knew she couldn't escape the whole murky scandal, so she's finally thrown in the towel.  

So, ta ta Ducks; it were grand knowing yer. 

In many ways Angela was quite fun. She was Starmer's trusty Pit Bull, sitting by his side in loose cannon pose. She was also the darling of the 'lower classes' who saw her as their mouthpiece against all those who achieve and succeed. Along with Rachel Reeves and David Lammy, she was one of that trio of hard-line Socialist front benchers who hate the rich but are desperate to join them.

The delightful David Lammy has now replaced her as Deputy Prime Minister. Gawd 'elp us; it gets worse and worse!

Home!

 

We made it; but not without incident.

When you drive from south to north, or even north to south, through France, you realise what a stunningly beautiful country it is. Beautiful roads, beautiful countryside, and NO POTHOLES. Also, the weather was perfect.

We had a slight incident in Orléans when some idiot Tram Driver almost sliced Debi in half; it seemed (wrongly) to think it had 'right of way'. And another classic incident in Rouen where I took a slightly wrong turning and had to reverse into oncoming traffic (don't ask). If I hadn't I would have ended-up in Le Mans.

Otherwise our Hotel (above) was as dull as ever (it's changed it's name but not it's dreadful décor), we've had to endure this awful 'picture' ever since we started staying there. We met some charming people en route, and the traditional Salami and Coleslaw sandwiches I made were even more delicious than usual.

I'm sorry to say that the very first thing we noticed after leaving The Ferry were the amount of Potholes everywhere. Someone really has to address this!!!

When we drove into Brighton at about 11 pm, it was buzzing with young revelers, all out enjoying themselves. It was reassuring to know that even with a recent newcomer killjoy in our midst, it doesn't seem to have reduced the ardour of the local youf. The streets were awash! 

Mostly, we felt so sorry for Billy. He's never complained about the trip, but I'm sure he doesn't like it. What I do know is that he's very pleased that it's over.

Thank you for your kind comments of Friday/Saturday, I shall now continue to respond to any future comments as usual.

September

So, here we are; it's September already, and that means just one thing for us; we leave our little home (above) and return to Blighty.

It's been a great Summer. Plenty of hot weather, plenty of swimming, and plenty of friends, family, and good food. I would say that it's been one of our best Summers for a long while.

Now we head back to Brighton (below), and to a very different way of life. Inner city living, with lots of traffic, houses, and (friendly) people; our own little bijou home is actually very peaceful.

 

Billy will meet all his doggy friends again, and be stroked by strangers wherever he goes. I will meet-up with good friends as if we'd never been apart. And Lady M will return to greet her Friday Night Gin Club pals; I know she's missed them.

I'm looking forward to seeing my Tomatoes, the Figs halfway down the street, and the Apples right in front of our door. I'm also looking forward to seeing our neighbours again; and hopefully meet 'The Bishop'.

The pool is now covered, all the pre-Winter pruning completed, and everything put away until next Spring. I've given the lawn one last mowing, from now on it'll be the task of our gardener to look after everything. I hope I haven't missed anything. Kimbo will be visiting so I'm sure he'll tell me if I've left anything out.

So, we have our memories, quite a few photos, and several empty 'magnum' Champagne bottles. It was really nice having Boo Boo with us again; what a bright boy! Even my old friend, the painter Simon Fletcher, came for a visit with his lovely wife Julie, it's been a great year for seeing old friends.

On a practical note, this was the year when we finally got rid of France's most incompetent internet supplier (Orange), and when I returned their router, etc, I included a wee note telling them what I thought of them! They should be ashamed of themselves even charging me for it! We are now signed up with Elon Musk; his Starlink service is 100%.

And some good news just in; my grandson Suave Harve will be starting at Oxford in a couple of weeks. Well done H.

We'll be taking to the road any minute, so I'll spare you from my ramblings for a couple of days. As usual we shall stop half way up in Orléans, then be back home late the next evening (midnight?). Debi the Compact Royce has been cleaned, oiled, and watered. She is full of petrol, and eager to set-off.

So, I wish myself bon route. I shall see you on the other side. 

I shall have to start speaking English again. Toodle-pip.

Please excuse me if I don't reply to any comments; I shall be driving!

No sooner ordered, than delivered!

I occasionally buy from Amazon. Some things simply aren't available nearby, and it's very convenient.

I wanted some plain, wipe-able, place-mats, for our dining table here in France; so I looked online.

I found what I wanted for around 11 Euros, and was about to click on 'Buy Now' when I saw what you see below.

Are they bloody kidding??? They are VERY specific; delivery would not be before Friday 13th of March 2026. It WOULD be a Friday 13th wouldn't it. Are they comedians?

I have never seen that before. Usually things arrive within a few days; at the most a week. But to actually advertise that it could be dispatched within 6 to 7 months is frankly OUTRAGEOUS. These are just ordinary place mats for goodness sake.

Normally I wouldn't bother reading the 'small print'. My search for place mats continues!

 

Autumn

We always leave France in early September, just as the Chestnuts are thinking of falling.

I used to look forward to going to the woods mushrooming, and returning with a pocket-full of Chestnuts. They are very beautiful tactile things, as well as being delicious. The locally grown ones are particularly good.

My preferred way of eating them is to cut a cross into the pointed end, then boil for about 20 minutes. You can probably see in the photo below that they begin to open up at the cross, making it easier to get at the cooked nut inside. A little salt, and you have a delicious snack to accompany your evening glass of wine. 

Some of the things I miss most about not being here through Autumn are the Chestnuts, certain wild mushrooms, and beautiful quiet misty mornings. Perhaps we should come a month later and stay until early October. 

September is a beautiful month in Southern France; we shall miss it. It's already beginning to feel autumnal. A real mixed-bag of weather.

Old Mo.

I just came across this old photo (again). It shows Lady M, our two kittens 'King and Barnes' (named after a Sussex brewery), our dog Hamlet, and 'Old Mo', a friend from England. It was taken at our original farmhouse in about 1973.

Old Mo was a Fruit Tree Scientist. Before retirement, he had been the senior Scientist at the East Malling Research Station in Kent.

Mo lived next door to my people in West Chiltingon Sussex, and we became great friends. He was a fascinating man, but a tad eccentric. He was delighted to hear that we were moving to S W France, and instantly asked if he could visit. Of course we said 'Yes'.

I can't remember exactly how he reached us, but I do remember that it involved a train, bus, and hitchhiking. He was that sort of man; nothing was too much for him. We had no phone, so making contact with him was impossible.

I remember that he was also very interested in the local Walnut trees. Trees were his life. Whilst with us he taught me so much; I could have listened to him all day long.

He always wore a suit with shirt and tie, whether he was relaxing at home, sunbathing in his garden, or working at his beautiful espalier orchard called 'Kings and Princes'. His orchard was about a mile away from his home on some rented land, and consisted of several long rows of immaculately pruned espalier Apple and Pear trees. He had also dug a small underground cellar where he kept bottles of Cider and a few glasses. I never did ask what he did with all the fruit!

Dear Old Mo is long gone, but just seeing his photo again brought back wonderful memories. He was always smiling. Looking at the photo again reminds me of what a lovely man he was.

The original photo is slowly fading away, but on advice from Deejohn I have tinkered with it. It's much better now..

How time flies.

It only seems like yesterday when we were opening-up the pool, and looking forward to a Summer of swimming.

The weather forecast for the next week isn't good; Autumn has arrived. We're now having intermittent rain, with very little sunshine; even though the temperature is still around 20 C.

So, we've decided to close down the pool earlier than usual, in fact we've scheduled it for the next dry day (probably tomorrow). It's not a big job closing down, just a matter of covering the pool itself so that no creatures, leaves, or detritus can get in, and making sure that everything is turned off, and clean. It's no more than a morning's work.

I hate closing the pool; it's like a drawn-out way of saying a sad goodbye to a well loved friend. We won't be swimming for 9 months, but it seems like for ever. 

And look; we have this extremely spikey Yukka (I think), which is having its first ever flower. 

I've cut back all the fig branches by the pool gate, the Wisterias are all pruned, and one of the bigger Oleanders has been cut back to almost ground level. I'm told it will flower better next year.

Everything has been put away, locked away, and a note written of what I've done. That makes things simpler for next year when we open up again.

We've had our final swim (22 C), and we've stored away our trunks and bikinis. 

Swimming is all over for another year!