Memories

Funny how a memory,  seemingly unprompted, can suddenly pop into your head. The image of a small incident years ago when we first moved here to the Dordogne, flashed into my head the other day, something must have sparked it but I’ve no idea what.  At the time it briefly clouded our rosy romantic city-dwellers vista of…

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Autumn glows to Winter blues.

I’ve been rather negligent with posting blogs this year, whatever happened to my intention to do so once a month? One reason is that I’ve had far less trompe l’œil and decor work this year, so I’ve had fewer interesting topics to post about. I suppose I could have been tempted to write about cleaning,…

One month

of the new year has passed already; however, rather than think of the speed at which time is flying by, I’m thinking on the positive side: at least Spring is drawing closer. I can’t wait for the cranes to pass overhead and announce warmer weather is on it’s way. Every year we honour the Scottish…

A plumber’s smile

Graham’s been away nearly 5 weeks now in the UK working on our house there, so I’ve been busy busy busy with the B&B and changeovers, lots of washing ironing and gardening, mowing and strimming plus exhibitions looming, (and no time to seriously get down to painting in preparation for them……help!) Anyway without my handyman…

Here comes the chopper…

You may remember this handsome woodpile which was delivered in August, all 18 tonnes of it; the story of Rumplestiltskin comes to mind watching Graham steadily reduce it; sawing, chopping then stacking the logs in our woodshed. If you are wondering at the shapes of these logs, they are the “first cuts” off oak and chestnut, before…

A day at the races.

The soap-box cart-race day has been and gone, and I have only just found time to write and show the photos. The theme this year was ‘musicals’ and Graham chose “Springtime for Hitler”, which , strictly speaking is a musical within a musical. The cart’s dimensions and weight have to be kept scrupulously within the…