Saturday, 16 January 2021

Postcards from a new - to us - patch of this Earth

 Having arrived at our new habitat (Loire Valley) in very late summer we've only so far seen our surroundings in in their Autumn and now deep Winter guise. The trees now in skeletal branch mode are very beautiful but I'm looking forward to the first tinges of new leaf growth. Already, the tips of branches have now that particular 'next season' hue about them; a warmth of colour creeping across the countryside.

The coldest day so far

Summer swimming destination

One of the area's intact windmills with its rather eerie little wooden house that sits atop the stone mound which would have held the mechanical 'doings'

Late afternoon sun in our local wood

The deers drinking place - Bali drinking after chasing them...

Monday, 11 January 2021

Netflix alternative and landfill prevention

Old DVDs. Rich pickings now for those without televisual streaming services as the charity outfits are full of them. VHS - Video Home System were launched in 1971; 1997 for the first Digital Versatile Discs. That's an awful lot of landfill . . . some attempts at recycling have been made, including some rather incredible artworks but on the whole I imagine that much plastic burying has taken place over the years and increasingly now as Netflix et al take over our screens.

                DVD installation: Leticia R. Bajuyo

Our internet connection is limited here and streaming films not in the equation so re-watching our film collection and adding to it has been a feature of these cold winter nights. Emmaus, our local brilliant charity/recycling emporium has a large and ever changing DVD section and this weeks cull provided the films pictured below at the mighty cost of two euros for all. 

We've watched three and all were excellent very different ways - marvel at pre-mask times, and cutting edge, back in time 80s/90s/early 2000s computer and phone technology! I'm sure we are missing out on magnificent streamed series, but when we did have Netflix a large percentage of the evening seemed to disappear in trying to decide what to watch, much checking Rotten Tomatoes and occasional slight sulking from the person who's choice was ignored.

Friday, 8 January 2021

Cake, composition and clothes mending

It's minus two here today but not a cold brightness; freezing fog, and visibility down to a few bushes away. Jobs done, enough wood in, dogs walked - reluctantly, yesterday's lunch revisited and a day of inhabiting the kitchen, and there's nothing wrong with that. When I saw the estate agent pictures I knew the kitchen would become the real heart of the home and it's proving to be very true. 

Interior jobs will get done today: mending things, bill-paying, possible gite project drawings started and possibly completed, gamelan parts written up, cake made (and eaten), latest novel moving forward and last one about to be re-examined. Much is going on in the world; huge and worrying goings on and the kitchen feels like a comforting place to be. 

Tuesday, 5 January 2021

Fridge pie, hibernation, and buying nothing

Based on the meat version (mixi-beast pie) as invented in Londonia

Mark, inspired (or rather, anxious about wastage) by the trailing fridge remains created this wonderful pie. Sadly I forgot to take a before picture - old chunks of cabbage, parsnip, beetroot, pumpkin, radish, bits of neglected cheese, half tin of tomato paste and half a pack of tofu all chopped, mixed, cooked up with garlic and stuffed within and under his increasingly excellent pastry. It was delicious and there's enough for today - another grey and very cold day where pie is as important as keeping the fire in and knowing where one left the hot water bottles as night encroaches. 

I read somewhere recently that fossil experts have discovered evidence to suggest that people did in fact hibernate in certain frigid regions of the world, laying down body fat and lowering their metabolic rate. We're almost there as a species! Massive Christmas lunch, preferably a whole goose each, much pudding, custard, chocolates, etc, a few hours of gazing glassily at the TV and then bedding down in the cellar/shed amongst a ton of unwanted Christmas jumpers, festive tea towels and bubble wrap. Job done. Wake up blinking into the April sunshine with lots of loose skin and beyond lockdown-hair, ready to take on the no heating required portions of the year. 

My New Year's resolutions are holding up well so far (see last post) - only a bit of swearing yesterday, not much, and I'm adding a new one. Buy nothing - well, obviously not vital stuff like basic foodstuffs, but things that could be avoided. This was inspired by looking through my grandma's old housework/cookery ideas book. We forget that people used to make everything; no nipping to the supermarket to buy furniture polish, jam, socks, cup hooks, loo rolls, pillowcases or any of the million other things we seem to require. I was going to buy a mattress protector and above mentioned pillowcases today but we have ancient old linen sheets upstairs rescued from Vide Greniers (boot sales) sturdy and thick; one of those will protect a mattress from anything, and pillowcases . . . well, maybe matching linen is truly a thing of the past. 

Buy nothing, or at least buy it from charity shops/online second hand sites. Our fabulous old double lined curtains I got from Le Bon Coin are waiting to exclude drafts in the hallway, the pole, found at Emmaus,  ready to be put up, just need the rings which I hope I'll find at another charitable outfit near us called Aspire. At one time, especially in my styling days, odd curtain rings would have been unthinkable, now, if they hold up the curtains, fine.

Buy nothing was also inspired by the thought of the twenty euros I might earn doing an 'Upwork' writing article being spent on something that would give a five minute satisfaction and then a lasting regret at no longer having the twenty euros. The exception to no buy, certainly at this (Covid) time, to my mind is nourishing food; nothing fancy, just the good stuff. The stuff, if our governments had any long term ideas would be giving out to all families along with instructions on how to cook basic immune system-boosting food. I was talking to one of our local veg growers who does the nearby town market and he said people increasingly have little idea of what even the most ordinary vegetables look like - carry on through another generation and tomatoes, potatoes and broccoli will be mysterious raw things that transform through the cooking process - I recall early evidence of this ten years ago or so when dear Mr Oliver was doing his school dinner programs. 'What, chips come from that thing . . .'

Anyway, I ramble. Here's a little tour of my grandmother's recipe and household tips book, the fridge pie and Londonia's glossary containing the mixibeast pie.

Fridge pie with hopeful dog in background

The book

great headline from the Mirror! and advice on picking jam fruit in yr best 20s clothing...

camouflage pudding featuring soaked crusts, and Brown Curry

how to make ointment for chapped hands, without a trip to Tesco's

carefully guarded useful tips


Some words and terms for readers who might pick this book up in another time (or not Londonians)

A plus—see you later (French)
Abt—shortened from à bientôt (French)
Allez—let’s go (French)
Alors—so/right (French)
Babriana—mess (Polish)
Baden-poked—rape, (Londonian origin) 

Bedswerver—from Shakespeare, meaning unfaithful 

Branz—more value than silvers
Ça va?—is it going/you okay? / Ça va—it’s okay/I’m okay (French)

Chaudy—warm and cosy (French-ish, from chaude) 

Clashers—Londonia’s most feared gang Clockface—minute/hour
Coaka—brown drink of varying contents
Cycle—element of time, approximate to the old hour/year depending on the situation 

D’accord/D’ac—Okay/all right (French) 

Darking—anytime during and after dusk 

Death-cart—Large wooden horse or man-pulled cart (depending on collection) for bodies 

Dechet—(to take a) crap/poo 

Felty—cloak-like recycled woollen garment

Foiteling/Foitling—general Londonian swearword, origins not known

Fragter—one who creeps up on persons 

Freeforall—occasional and spontaneous giving away-events held by benevolent, richer members of Londonian society.

Froidly—cold (from Froid—French)

Genial—brilliant, wonderful, great, nice (French) 

Glorypye—fruit tart of anything available
Glorys—coins with an element of gold
Gosses—kids (French)
Great-hound—mixture breed (possibly London zoo input) but BIG with overriding greyhound genes 

Hepping-forrist—large area of woodland known for supplies of brilloak (best firewood) 

Homono—homosexual (also, gay-way/gayster) 

Hooch-stick—tobacco mixed with any sort of found drug 


Jubberknowls—oldy English for bastards, twats, idiots, etc...

Knapper—generic term for garment made of boiled down wool

L’enfer—Hell (French)
Mec/Gar—man, guy, bloke (French)
Merda—shit (Italian)
Mirror-Dame—Fortune teller 

Mixibeast—rabbit/squirrel/hedgehog pie with potato crumble top

Mutapigeon—result of the common pigeon feeding on streetpeeza for cycles

Nippering—to be pregnant (to be in nippering) 

Nosudor—no sweat
Orjordui/t-dui—today (French-ish)
Parler—to talk (French)

Pepedi—Italian-ish swear word

Psubraty—bastard (Polish)
Putainfuker—‘coagulation’ of French and English 

Rammaas—collect/pick up (French-ish)
Recule—to go back from something (French) but mainly used as ‘withdrawing’ in a male sexual context 

Saaffend—island off the south coast

Salut—Hi there/hello/bye (French) Sevday—week

Shouting-house—auction rooms
Silvers—ancient money system useful for very small trades: drinks, etc

Snash—rare and sought-after oblivion drug concocted from marsh weed and absinthe 


Streepeeza—dubious peddled food, often circular breads containing food and non-food 

Swagger—someone who combs the Thames mud for objects to trade

Toot-sweet—straight away (French-ish)
Troove—find (French-ish)
Truc—thing (French)
Tue—kill (French)
Tuffard—tough and hard
Va—go (from French)
Vrai—true (French) 


Zaraz—soon (Polish)
Zeitporn—any type of pornographic written/illustrated material causing more than a sharp intake of breath

Sunday, 3 January 2021

Post for our lad

He's just gone back after a quietly memorable Christmas break which should have been longer. The 'patron' at the carpentry enterprise to which he is apprenticed had suddenly decided that they should work some extra days - from the 18th until the 24th, a sad blow for all the people working there, and especially our son who'd had a fairly rough time of his few months there - falling off scaffolding, being shouted at a lot and deprived of even the lunchtime comfort of workers' café lunch-break due to France's particular lockdown. And very sad for us as we had been rather counting the days till his return after months of him being away when we had been used to a visit every few weeks or so. But it was very wonderful none the less.

Anyway, life, kids growing up etc . . . all too be expected and dealt with but it's difficult when he just slots back into the routine here of cooking, playing music, making things, dog walking, talking about everything, watching Black Books, etc. We're very lucky to be able to miss him; many people I know couldn't wait to boot their own baby birds from the nest, and they couldn't wait to go. Nice too that he wishes to return to the nest for recuperation and happy familiarity.

It's so very much more difficult for twenty-somethings now. He's unclear what he really wants to do, as is often the case but with the added massive uncertainly of what's going to happen, climatically, economically and pandemic-wise. We had some uncertainty on leaving uni/art college but the world was very much more our oyster than it is now.

He arrived back for the break full of ideas about being a luthier - guitars mainly. This was it! an escape from the world of bodge carpentry he seems to be experiencing (not what he had imagined) but after a half hour chat with a local guitar crafter the idea seeped away. Not that the guy was upping the difficulty of making a living, he was being helpfully truthful. People either buy cheap instruments from China or if they have the money they head to a well known experienced and trusted super craftsman. Perhaps four years of learning to then not have much chance . . . not great, especially if as he said it's almost impossible to find someone to apprentice with as so few people are still in the trade.

So . . . another older idea has surfaced, one that has complications it might not have had a year ago - theatre set design. There's a theatre design school in Nantes he will apply to but there's the big question of, well, assuming he would get in - and I think he has a good chance with art school/carpentry background - what is going to happen to the theatre industry? I suspect productions will become smaller and more localised, maybe not altogether a bad thing, planet-health wise, but basing a career on it . . . uncertain. 

Back up plan, and one I favour, or at least it's something I would be considering now if I was his age: working towards off-grid living. Autonomy skills, keep all the art and music going, but learn building, making, growing food, etc. I suspect it could be useful, if not essential, and learn the ability to teach others these skills - stuff most of us have little idea about in reality.

Anyway, I hope he can realise the theatre set idea, it would be a perfect amalgamation of his many skills. If not, the garden has many tiny house/tree house/weird wooden chalet spaces waiting for him to experiment with.   

Good luck for the next few months, lovely son.

Friday, 1 January 2021

Champagne cocktails, roast chicken and a zombie film

Happy New Year. It has a slightly hollow ring this year. 


No one has sent me emoji-bristling texts of fireworks and drinks; and we didn't speak to anyone at midnight except between the three of us and the dogs. And that was fine. It's only a human construct within which we eat, drink, buy too much unnecessary stuff and often become maudlin and dismal as we consider our failures and fuck-ups of the past, present and probably the future. Not really. Everything is wonderful and marvellous. Not really. Everything is a little worrying and uncertain. But then life is; it's what you make of the highs, lows and plateaus of everydayness.

The thought of winter stretching ahead may be depressing, browsing through summer holiday destinations possibly a waste of time; maybe we should look in detail at the small stuff. Walk more, observe the natural world at close proximity (thank you Katherine for the wild flower book). Our worlds are likely to become smaller, diminish a little, or a lot. 

2002, a collection of human-fabricated time elements was indeed . . . odd; devastating for many, tedious for others, but it could also be viewed as the planet sending us a warning before removing us and our largely thoughtless plunderings. The 'tic removal' prong is well and truly hovering above us to my mind. 

So, following our evening of a champagne (local fizz) cocktail, roast dinner and a zombie film that we purchased at Emmaüs, what New Years Resolutions flitted to mind this morning at breakfast. Nothing much really. The usual ones - swear less, buy even less stuff - will be continued but a new one came to mind: less small scale blame. All those stupid little, if you hadn't forgotten to do . . . such and such, things. we all make mistakes all the time, and we all mostly act thinking we are doing our best. Forgive and forget. Remember the larger picture. Love thy neighbour, and especially one's precious family and friends. 

Here's to a peaceful start and continuation of 2021, remembering to tread a little lighter on this poor old planet in our own small ways.