We would like you to meet the seven new family members soon to be taking up residence in the Chateau gardens:
Doc, Grumpy, Happy, Sleepy, Dopey, Bashful and Sneezy.
It was strange because we had discussed only the day before the ‘disneyfication’ of modern times and how that masks the underlying lack of meaning in our lives. (Philosophical or what?) And then who do we discover at the brocante but these beauties. How could we resist? Plus we do love a garden gnome (see Blooming Britain) and think they will look just lovely in Hermine’s organic wild garden. (She feigned mock horror, but we don’t believe her, we are sure she’ll grow to love them).
We had a bit of a rest day today after yesterday’s antics so we lay about drinking tea and writing a list of essential items to improve Chateau living:
More hot water bottles
Bed socks
Tupperware
Long bread bag (the bread is REALLY long)
Milk frother (turns out they don’t do cappucinos in France)
Thermals
Fingerless gloves
Bed hats
This evening we ventured out to warm up a bit, returning to a field of wheat we had seen undulating beautifully in the wind the other day. But there was no wind at all today, not a bloody ripple, it was as still as millpond. So the video footage was a bit, how can we put this, stationary. We did manage to get a nice clean recording of all 200 bell tolls, due to the lack of said wind, so I suppose we can’t have it both ways. We then filmed the sunset, got bored and set off home just before the sky turned the most glorious shade of red. Bollocks.
Hoping for better luck tomorrow in the rough estates of the Paris suburbs. We are taking a French guide with us. Not a native Parisian but a 19 year old girl from the countryside in Normandy who is as quiet as a church mouse. Hi ho, hi ho, its off to work we go….
