Wednesday, 21 May 2008

Tuesday Tune-Up


Welcome to the Tuesday Ramble:

The may pole. Ange is quite fascinated by the traditions surrounding the local elections and the start of May.

Tomorrow (or Thursday at the latest) she has offered to do a blog on this. Please drop her a comment or email to remind her just in case I forget (which is not likely).


Today we decided to get back on the bikes after a few weeks rest. Benjie and Oscar were most disturbed to find out that they would not be welcome to tag along. After my initial attempts to trick them failed, I had to resort to some french instruction to get them to "stay" - "house".

Much to my surprise this actually seemed to work so I sent Ange off ahead while I repeated the stern instructions at the gate. Anyway, I flew past her somewhere near the neighbours house, lets just say that I miscalculated her downhill speed:)

I stopped down in the village and when Ange appeared in view I could see that her bike had grown four little legs just behind the back wheel. So we abandoned this attempt and decided to have lunch early. On the way back up the hill we found the other four big legs, sitting on his bum, gasping for breath.

We had a relaxing lunch, a swim, a rest and then set off again.

This time the dogs found themselves locked in the garage. They were not at all happy but they had everything they needed and I gave them some special attention when we got home.

I should also mention that the cat, Morfeat, has returned after a worrying 10 day absence. He was very skinny, very hungry and covered in ticks. He has spent the last few days staying very close to the house and has been wanting lots of attention.


Back to the bike ride: we ended up on a shorter course, out the back way through Mazeyrolles, down through Le Got and looping back via the Le Got - Monpazier road.

The village of Mazeyrolles will need another visit, there seems to be quite a few interesting things (touristy) going on that we didn't know about.

It is really amazing how much the landscape has changed, everything is just so green. In winter we could see deep into the bush, whereas now it is just a dense wall of green. Very beautiful.

In Flanders Field


In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

       John McCrae
       May 3, 1915