Mild Panic Stations!

Okay, we've only got four days left before we head back to the UK for 'the wedding' and winter. And there are two foolscap pages of 'Things To Do' before we leave. That may explain why we were at Brico Depot in Brive before dawn. 6 am here is 5 am in the UK. It's not normal, and I'm not sure if it was a successful trip. We went there specifically to buy 'collars' for the two caps on the fosse tank to raise them to ground level. We should have looked more carefully at the catalogue first. We needed two. They were 60 Euros each! They consist of barely anything at all! Just a ridged hoop of thin black plastic. We decided that we would be mad to buy them, and retreated to the car park to drink the free Brico Depot coffee and eat our fresh croissants, purchased in Tulle on the journey there. The boulangeries open at a ridiculously early hour... thank goodness! There are many 'drive-thru' boulangeries and patisseries in the area- such a lovely idea! Well, the car park breakfast fueled a new idea... in Kevin's brain! 

"Let's buy two plastic dustbins for 6 Euros each, and adapt them to 'collar' the caps!" 

So that's what we've done. And so the dawn journey wasn't a total waste of time during a time of mild panic stations.


 Les croissants!
Le cafe!
And back at base... the mild panic ensues with 'finish off' and 'tidy up' tasks.

The beginnings of another load for the decheterrie. There has been one visit today and there will be another in the morning.
Good wood safely stowed in the piggery for now. Tilly's sticks destined for the wood shed.

Hopeless bendy or burnt wood destined for the wood shed. The piggery and pottery can now be closed up for winter.

And then for the inappropriate barbed wire sewn into tree bark... There are surprise bouquets of barbed wire all around. It'll take a long time to unearth them all.



Mashed potato sky!



Filling up with more old branches and roots.

And now to eat and sleep...

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