Moving east

I am waiting for the washing machine to finish, it has been on over two hours and at this rate I can’t see it finishing anytime before Xmas.

The wine I picked up at Intermarche on the way down threw up an excellent Bordeaux Rose and a very good Beaujolais Nouveau, something I had not tasted before so on Saturday morning I went back and cleared the shelves of both wines, unfortunately they only had two bottles of the Beaujolais,   I will call in again before I leave this area to see if they have restocked.

The last gite was OK, a little grubby and musty but it’s saving grace was the patio with a lovely view across fields and woods to the local town of Miallet I ate all my meals there except for my last breakfast when a Hoolie was blowing outside. The new gite is amazing, it is the annexe of a secluded old windmill and has 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, an indoor and an outdoor kitchen, games room and gym and outside there is a swimming pool and hot tub. I am rattling around like the last pill in the box but I again spend as much time as I can in the garden.

I have spent most of my time here so far exploring especially the beautiful little villages with their winding streets and old houses, the markets are fun too for both the items for sale and for practicing my Franglais. On Saturday I took a five mile walk around a local reservoir, the paths were well kept and well marked and I saw a lot of wildlife including a snake and an unknown small black creature that with my less than 20/20 vision looked like a short legged tailess cat. I am going to seek out more walking opportunities like that and also car free bike trails, in fact when the washer eventually finishes I am off to cycle a Voie Vert of 34kms, the picnic is made up and Yahoo the washer has finished.

More soon.