30 June 2012

Travels to Normandy, Brittany and France Profonde


Saturday, 30 June.
It’s just over a week since we returned from the Normandy/Brittany trip and summer has arrived at last.  Everything is growing and ripening at last in the garden and its time to write up another edition of the blog.

Our trip started with a visit to Rambouillet and an overnight in a Best Western just outside the town.  There was a Nespresso machine in our room which was a very pleasant surprise.  We were tired after the long drive, so just ate at the hotel dining room and went to bed early.  The next day we explored the Château, all very interesting.  It is now the summer residence of the President of France, and a guest house for foreign dignitaries.  The last foreign head of state who stayed there was Vladimir Putin. It was originally built as a hunting lodge for one of the kings.  A creamery (“laiterie”) with milk fountains and a milk bath was built for Marie Antionette to attract her to visit, but apparently she didn’t like it there and only visited twice.  A thatched cottage was also built for her as a plaything, completely lined with sea shells.  The guide talked in far too much detail, I thought he would never end.  Dates, dates and more dates, he went on and on.  We were a small group and I spent much of the time trying to work out how I could escape discreetly.  

So much for Rambouillet.  We headed to Normandy and the DDay beaches which was a great deal more interesting. 
“Le debarquement”.   We stayed in a small town called Benouville, John picked the hotel because it was said to have a ‘bonne table’  and so it did.  The seafood was wonderful, and we had two beautiful evening meals there.   

The first day was raining so it seemed like a good opportunity to visit the Bayeux museum.  The embroidery, called a tapestry for some reason, was almost 70 metres long, quite narrow, perhaps barely one metre deep.   It tells the great story in a very entertaining, comic book way, of Edward and William the Conqueror and the Battle of Hastings 1066.  The work has had such a chequered career, it’s hard to believe how it can have survived for nearly one thousand years.  But there it was, and wonderful to see.  We listened to a very good audio presentation as we walked along, and I had to do it twice.  Fascinating.   The comic characters are all carefully embroidered, the boats, horses, animals etc done in a naive fashion, the story told quite clearly and with a sense of humour. 

Arromanche
Bay at Arromanche
We found that we had spent the whole morning there, very easy to do.  The rain was easing and a glimmer of sunshine appeared so it was time to look a DDay matters.

 We walked on the beach at Arromanche exactly, to the day, 68 years after John's father landed there with his regiment: The King’s own Royal Irish Hussars, as part of the DDay landings.  The complicated planning of this massive operation was well produced in the Debarquement museum at Arromanche. 

Beach huts near Arromanche
Memorial to Engineers
   It was horrifying to discover that during a trial run of the landing in England, a mistake was made and a massive number of young American soldiers lost their lives.  And this was even before the real operation began.    During the first landing, a large number of Canadians lost their lives fighting the Germans as they landed on the beaches, and were followed by the British army.  The numbers of young men who lost their lives, was dreadful to read about.   But what an operation it all was, so impressive.  The museums were extremely well done, each one concentrating on a different part of the operation.  For example I would not have thought about the importance of the engineers, who planned and prepared everything beforehand.  They planned a temporary harbour with huge ramps for unloading tanks and machinery. All the parts of which had to be towed over from England by barge in the dark of night and anchored off Arromanche.    
Glider
 We drove around the villages where John’s father’s regiment had battled against the Germans and helped to defeat them.

We later visited the museum memorial at the Pegasus bridge.  Another moving experience.  There was an example of a glider there built to transport 30 soldiers at a time – just benches  along the sides, in the body of the glider – how terrifying it must have been.  The gliders were then towed across the channel in the air until they reached the French coast where they were set free and glided to land, mostly accurately. Then there were the parachutists and so on.  

Young American pilot who was killed

 The next day we spent all morning at the huge museum at Caen, which dealt with all the politics of the war, the lack of planning, the fact that Hitler rising to power was largely ignored by the other European powers who remained apathetic until he had invaded several countries. It took years to swing into action.


Oysters at Benouville
Lobster at Benouville
At Maria's house

Seafood at Erquy

After absorbing that huge lot of history and information, we set off for Northern Brittany and stayed at a pretty little bay at Erquy.   Again we had wonderful seafood, and pleasant walks on the beach.   We drove across Brittany to cousin Maria’s house and spent a couple of enjoyable days there, catching up with cousins Maria and Patrick and John's aunt Helen.    I picked up my new/old spinning wheel at last, and gave Maria a few lessons.   


 With everything packed in the car again, including the dismantled spinning wheel, we set off for central France, in fact to western Burgundy, not too far from home.  We booked into a very simple hotel, an old Relais de la Poste, at Saint Fargeau.   Again, the reviews quoted a ‘bonne table’ and much to our delight, it lived up to expectations.   When we asked what the ‘plat du jour’ was – the reply had us falling around laughing.  Imagine, arriving in France profonde, deepest central France, and finding the ‘plat de jour’ was – guess what:  kangaroo!!!  They tried to tell us it was from New Zealand, however we corrected that – it was fun and we explained that we were Aussies.   We ate well and enjoyed the kangaroo.   This hotel was the nearest accommodation we could find to enable us to visit the site of a medieval castle being built at Guèdolon.  This is a huge project, a team of artisans and volunteers are building the castle from scratch with medieval tools and machinery.   It will take almost 30 years to complete.  They are well into the project now, and we found it very interesting to visit.  Part of it is being used as an educational project for French school children, and there were several groups visiting.  The children attend workshops in stone carving and tool making, most of them looked as if they were enjoying themselves and having fun!!

After enjoying our educational morning, we set off home, a three hour drive.  We arrived back here just as the most enormous thunder storm broke, with hail stones and heavy downpour.  We fled from the car into the house and waited.  In no time the sun was out and we were able to unpack.

Its lovely to come back to warm sunshine – summer at last.

Everything is growing well in my veggie patch, which I shall have to protect from our neighbours chickens.  There is a mother hen and six chicks which cross the road every day (don't know how they survive) and root around in our compost which they have managed to spread far and wide.  They then have an afternoon nap.  And when they wake up they look for something nice and fresh like my raspberries and my salad.....  I have to keep a close eye on them.  Gooseberries and berries are just ready, so starting to pick.  We enjoy eating fresh salad every day.   


Tonight - our street party!!

 Photos below were taken at the medieval castle building site.   When its finished in 1223? it should look like this picture!

Jersey cows

Black pigs - what attractive girls they are!!!


Wool dyed from plants, bark, roots and herbs

Madder, rhubarb roots, logwood etc


Ancient wheel turned by hand

Basket making

Geese having a bath

Stone carving 

Medieval machinery





A sample archway











In the great hall




Loading medieval cement - sand and lime


The forge where all the tools and weapons are made

Huge bellows in the forge


Wooden slates


The punishment stocks

Basket making

Herbs for dyeing wool

12 June 2012

A Randonné at Jalogny


Tuesday, June 12
I seem to be talking about rain all the time, but that is unfortunately what seems to happen at the moment.   A short burst of nice weather and then continual downpours.   So much work needs to be done outside in the courtyard and the garden, but I am trapped indoors at the moment.  The vine on the front of the house and in the garden is laden with young grapes, it desperately needs to be tied up and trimmed.  Hope I get a break to do it tomorrow before we set off on another trip on Thursday.  

Friends from Sydney arrived on Friday and we had a beautiful dinner at Château d’Igé, to celebrate a friend’s birthday.  We started with an aperitif in the refectory, a walk in the garden, then dinner in a round room inside a corner tower, surrounded by stone walls with tapestries.  It was as though we had a small private room, but could see what was happening in the various dining rooms through an archway.
The meal was gorgeous, finishing of course with a grand marnier soufflé, our favourite.

On Saturday, we went into Cluny for market day, and were fascinated to watch the female national finals of “horse ball”.  A mixture between basket ball and rugby, but on horseback.  The riding skills were marvelous, and we watched two fiercely competitive games.   Very dangerous I would imagine.  It consists of two competing teams of 6 players, but only four from each team play at a time.   The riders have to lean down and pick the ball up off the ground, while keeping their feet in the stirrups - a fast game as the horses thunder from one end of the field to another. A rider tries to score a goal by throwing the ball through a net basket, while riding fast and not holding the reins.  I noticed on the internet it was stated that at one time the game was banned in Argentina because of the number of fatalities of the riders!

Sunday we went to the nearby village of Jalogny to take part in a randonné, or country walk.  We could choose 8, 13, 18 or 24 kms.  Needless to say we chose 8kms.  It was a wonderful walk, well marked even though we were given good maps. At the half-way point, we went to a farm house and joined other walkers for a refreshment stop.  We were offered terrine, cheese and bread and jam with wine or acacia or elderberry syrup.   All well planned, and very enjoyable walking up hill and down dale across beautiful countryside and amongst goat farms, surrounded by fields of poppies, cornflowers and other wildflowers. 


Yesterday, Monday, I picked our first raspberries.  Unfortunately the rain I fear will ruin whatever is left and developing.

Our trip north on Thursday is taking shape.  We hope to set off early on Thursday morning and head north-west via Moulins and Nevers to Rambouillet, it should take about two and a half hours.  We plan to spend the afternoon at Rambouillet, perhaps look at the castle and walk around the town and will stay in a hotel nearby for that night.  Friday, we will set off for Normandy and will wander around Normandy for a few days, taking in the beaches where D Day happened, eating seafood and hopefully will take time to visit Bayreux to see the famous tapestry.  Monday will see us going south again to Brittany, where we will be visiting cousins and an aunt, picking up my French spinning wheel and some black fleece.   Maria wants me to give a demonstration of spinning to some of her friends!  Monday and Tuesday night we will spend in a B&B near Maria, then Wednesday set off for home across France and make on overnight stop to rest somewhere.

When we come back we are expecting several groups of visitors throughout July. 

06 June 2012


This will be a post of photographs - images of where we have been and of our village and garden.

Starting off with Monksgrange house and garden:




 Cork


St Finbarres

Otter - feeding and playing

The weir on River Lee.

Kilshannig church and Lombardstown

Kilshanning churchyard

Gortroe pub
Our very kind helpers at the
post office in Lombardstown.

Front door arch 


Ballyglunin


Brook Lodge with Salt House





















Ballyglunin station 

 Mallow and Kilshannig

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Burial register



Lombard tomb Kilshannig



Irish countryside on the way to Puckane and Kildiernan



Holiday house Puckane

Kildiernan church with grave in background