Friday 23 and Saturday 24 August 2024
The fence is down. The small rock wall is almost down
and it’s raining. Fabrice has gone home and will return Saturday. No one is
real sure just what he plans to do with the carefully stacked concrete panels.
There has been some suggestion that he will sell them as these concrete walls
seem to be the go here in rural France.
We are now only 20 days until our road trip to Spain,
so much planning and final booking of accommodation and car parking was done
today. Saturday was a repeat of Friday, except, feeling bored last evening,
while Lady P was on her 6 km walk, Flashy decided to take down the remaining
section of rock wall that Fabrice had left. Soft limestone is not so bad.
Into the market today and to our now favourite stalls. It may be a hangover from Covid but the stall ladies actually select and bag your fruit and veges. You don’t get to handle them. Which is OK unless you want a particular peach or all the mushrooms the same size, as Flashy often does. So today he asked for some nice brown mushrooms. They were right out the front in front of him. Like, about 6” away. She of course being French, possibly with a touch of Spanish, and thus short of arm, had to come all the way around the front to select and bag said champignons.
She was also giving us a little pronunciation lesson as well,
so Flashy missed the chance to say he’d also like some cherry tomatoes. They
were right next to the champignons! She looked. Thought about it for a second. Ah well, Flashy gave her a Gaelic shrug, a big
smile and it was OK for him to bag them himself. Certainly going up in the
world.
A coffee and a beer at our often visited café by the
market was our reward for walking around the market while Flashy had a crook
heel. Should have worn Aussie, not French, safety boots yesterday. That is, shoes
at least, not crocks!
After her coffee, Lady P decides to stack Flashy’s
pulled down wall stones. He offers sage advice as to how to ‘dry wall.’ Not a
bad job, either.
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