Marching On...

I am aware that this blog is called The French Renovation; I am also aware that there doesn't seem to be much evidence of renovation taking place in my recent posts... I didn't think that you would tolerate any further photos or updates regarding the kitchen, as the type of work we're now doing doesn't jump out dramatically and grab you. There is a lot of small-scale construction (in-wall nooks etc) filling, plastering, rubbing down, re-filling, undercoating, painting, refilling and repainting where Kevin knocks lumps out of my work. That sort of thing. We're keeping busy, so fret not for us.

 Meanwhile, look at this crafty scene...

What do you think is happening here?




Can you guess?













This is the surface of our upper 'green'. Putting is impossible (although we've tried...), so it's down to skillful chipping in order to get the ball in the hole.


And now down to the lower green...











 The flag on the upper green was one of my pudding cloths. But things have changed this afternoon... At Sewing Club (it's not called that), I made a proper flag! I haven't taken a photo yet, so you must wait for that delight, but, despite it blowing a holy hooley here*, Kevin's already had me out to take advantage of our upgraded 'golf course'. I managed two up and downs with two balls before the wind blew me back indoors.

There's a busy mound of mini-beasts at the back of the house. They're ants, but I don't know what type. I don't feel comfortable while watching their frantic frenzying.



It's time to dig over the vegetable garden. I'm extending it this year, so quite a lot of hard labour is required. It has benefited from rotting apples and luscious piles of horse manure.
And when I'm done digging, I've got this lot to sow/plant.





* Storm Doris missed us, thankfully, but, today, we've had a visit from one hundred mile an hour winds. I'm calling this storm Didier. We had a French student called Didier once, when I was a young girl, who put his packed lunches down our toilet; I used to find tomatoes and sausage and even half a Scotch egg in there. Storm Didier is causing havoc here, but not yet in the toilet. He's certainly putting things where they don't belong though. 
  • Roof slates in guttering and on drive
  • Plant pots just about everywhere
  • Trees lying down across road
  • Tree branches strewn around
  • Barn roof panels on lawn (again), or just hanging on by one iron nail (from around 1780) and flapping about in decapitation mode
  • Metal garden furniture upside down on lawn
  • Bird feeder- don't know where that's gone

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