Three New Arrivals and Friends

'Saddle Sewn' is back! I can't see any dangly bits, so I think it's a mare. She comes and she goes. We don't feel a need to bother the dead rock star any more. She leaves lovely big packets of fertiliser, and we're happy to keep those. There was one rather messy mower incident, but no lasting harm done...
The digger! And the fosse septique! 

 Meanwhile, inside cottage #1, Kevin smiles.


 As well as French friends, we have English friends in France. This is Zebedee. It was his Daddy's birthday this weekend, so we went for dinner and a stay in the poshest barn restoration ever! We were put in the master suite and it was such a treat!



Sue is a chef, and had spent all day preparing the birthday meal. She suddenly suffered a hideous attack of vertigo, however, and Steve (who is not a chef) was left to finish off and serve the meal. It was appalling timing for Sue, who couldn't eat anything... But this scallop starter was amazing. It was followed by the most succulent lamb with dauphinoise potatoes and homegrown carrots. Pudding was a strawberry posset- yum!
My contribution was to cut the bread and make 'butter curls'. The butter curls were not a success. Nobody understood the use of an egg cup.
Steve finds that an Egyptian sand dance helps the cooking and preparation process. Zebedee joins in with as much gusto as an old yellow flower dog can muster.


 And, oh my goodness, Sue made chocolate truffles! The white ones are with orange, and the milk chocolate ones are with whiskey, but not overpowering whiskey, just the right amount for flavour. We didn't eat them all, and we put them back in the fridge for another day. I forgot to raid the fridge during the night, and then forgot to steal the lot in the morning! Gahh!

Emma and Pete are moving house, so on the last night of ownership, they threw a little party, so that the new owners could meet the neighbours! We were invited! Even though we don't live very near. Maybe we're just lovely to have around?


These little ladies don't know that they're moving house tomorrow morning... It's just up the road. There will be familiar smells on the wind.

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