Sunday 30 December 2018

“Quand on a pas ce que l’on aime, il faut aimer ce que l’on a” 30 Dec 2018

End of the Year ……..

The end of the year review........   I don't think so. 


This being the time of year I most hate; short, dark days and little sun. I am sure I am affected by SAD to some extent and I always feel below par and a little miserable. The colder weather brings on chills and colds and again you feel a bit down. So this year I break with tradition and have decided that my last blog of 2018 is going to be different, no looking back and no setting up of New Year resolutions; therefore no planning to fail either.

I am writing this at my desk in my gîte looking out at the bird table and the flock of tits that seem to get through vast amount of sunflower seeds each day.

This time of year is busy with the harder tasks of maintenance that can't be done when guests are here so we are chopping trees, painting and decorating and getting things in order for March, when we open again.

Whilst I am making no resolutions I am looking forward to creating opportunities in 2019. There are some things I hope to achieve:

1. I think I would describe my style of cooking as what the French would term “bistro”: homely, uncomplicated and full of flavour with a firm focus on taste and less on fiddly presentation. So for 2019 I intend to improve my cooking skills so that I can present a more varied and interesting menu here at La Ribiere and to that end I want to improve:

- my knife skills – sharper knives and more even slicing, dicing and de-boning

- my pan tossing skills - apparently its all in the wrist action (now then don't be rude)

- re-discovery of the basics – I bought the fantastic book; Salt, Fat, Acid, Heat by Samin Nozrat (see her videos on Netflix) and

- using better ingredients leading to more interesting food and an even healthier diet

2. Work/Life balance is complicated especially when no two days are the same but I hope to get better at some of my work skills especially the cooking (see above) and also my forestry and gardening balanced off with more reading and learning. 2019 is the year I really make an effort with my French. But no pressure.




Forestry: Have got some books on chainsawing, ordered a nice new safety helmet with integrated ear-muffs and visor, and also got some felling wedges.

When John comes back I want to work with him to fully improve my skills. There is a satisfaction in felling a tree that falls in the right way and then processing it. And the neglected forests here need so much TLC.





Gardening: The plan is to have a good “allotment” sized vegetable garden up and running with both the usual and unusual growing in abundance. New Potatoes, beans, peas, tomatoes, squash, corn, chillies, fennel, peppers, etc. Multiple varieties. Carrots and onions etc., are not worth the effort.

French: to enjoy getting to the stage where I can hold a basic conversation and shop with confidence.



Read more: Years ago I used to buy the Man-Booker short list every year as a basis for my reading, so I have a good few years to catch up on. And I joined Amazon prime!

3. Linked to this work/life balance is a plan to make full use of monthly short breaks to the UK and elsewhere enabling short bursts of quality time with friends. It is good that David, Heidi and I have friends in common and I hope we can encourage them to visit and take part in life here. Quality time with a small group of friends has to be the order of the day.



The other thing is to finally get my stuff moved out here before the start of the season. I want to transform my space and own it more. And whilst the stuff is mainly IKEA and only acquired over the short period of 10 months since arriving back in the UK from Peru and my departure to France such as there is, is useless sitting in a storage facility in Hall Green.


Photos 1, 3, 4 and 5 courtesy of Heidi and David


Of course this is all subjective and I don't intend to beat myself up over any of it. I will achieve what I achieve and it is more a general setting of the compass firmly in a forwards direction for 2019.






Quand on a pas ce que l’on aime, il faut aimer ce que l’on a”

Want what you have and you’ll have what you want”

I have beautiful friends, beautiful surroundings and beautiful opportunities: I intend to positively exploit them all and I hope that you will also have the same riches in 2019.

Monday 22 October 2018

October - Autumn has arrived in the Limousin!

The beauty of Autumn
Andy  at almost 50!
It's that blog time again.


Birthday with Thumper!
 I spent a very pleasant time in the UK to celebrate Andy's 50th birthday and also to visit friends. I cooked him dinner for his friends as my present and we also went out on the day itself for splendid meal of Tapas with a "sourced from Sussex" twist. Really good.
























On my travels managed to take in WNO's production of Rossini's Cinderella – fabulous! (Thanks Shaun and Rebecca).










No
Not picked yet

No

Not sure

Probably not


Not sure



YES!    The chemist gave the all clear to eat!

I was away from La Ribiere for 12 days and in that time summer left and autumn has arrived, we still have sunny days (and no rain) but the morning are misty and a bit chilly. However this has brought out the first rush of fungi/mushrooms and I am pleased to say that some have even passed inspection at the pharmacy and declared safe to eat!










My week back has mainly been devoted to finishing the fence work, erecting a 743 foot long electric fence (yes, I was sad enough to count every foot) to deter Otters from have a meal of the carp and in finishing off the first of several paths through the woods. This first one is to enable non-anglers to walk close to the lake on the far side but to not walk along the bank itself and disturb the fish or the anglers!

743 feet of fence.


Because the woods have been so neglected, making the path has entailed clearing undergrowth and then felling all the dead wood from what was once a lovely coppice of hazel and chestnuts. I must have felled close to 200 dead trunks. I now feel I have got the hang of chain sawing in safe and productive manner and also believe myself to be the king of the bow-saw.

It has also been time to get back to some local cuisine, so I made “Pâté du Limousin, pommes de terre et viande” basically the local meat and potato pie and a couple of loaves of bread for good measure. I had to make chestnut bread as I have now frozen about 15 kg of them. 

Pate de Limousin


Cooking them and peeling them ready for use is a bit of an art. You have to peel them whilst they are hot otherwise the skin goes hard which means that you almost get blisters on your fingers, but hopefully the end justifies the means. 


OLive bread and Chestnut bread


Boil

Peel

Ready

Last Friday we went to Limoges for the “Frairie des Petits Ventres” loosely translated could mean the “Merrymaking of the small bellies” I think “small” as in “empty” as it is a food festival devoted to local meat products and takes place in the “Rue de la Boucherie” which had been the centre for butchers in Limoges since the middle ages. The fair dates back to these times but in its current form was revived some 46 years ago. The highlight of this is “offal” especially tripe and things like blood sausages, (boudin noir - black pudding), andoullietes (tripe sausages) and duck hearts.

For more on the topic of Butchery in Limoges go here: 

Three happy merrymakers!
Tucking in - Boudin Noir in a Baguette ...yum!

I loved the duck hearts and the boudin noir with chestnuts but have to admit that the tripe sausages had a smell rather too reminiscent of diarrhoea and thus not a pleasant experience – what one would call an acquired taste! 

The tripe sausage - innards exposed! An experience.


Possibly the worst band I have ever heard.
However it was great to experience the “merrymaking” with local beers and ciders and be part of a Limousin tradition. On average 40,000 people attend the fair held in just two small streets from nine in the morning until two the following morning. Making merry in honour of St. Aurelian, patron saint of butchers on the 3rd Friday of October for hundreds of years!

Sunday also had the surprise of my first “Vit Grenier” (clear your attic) – a French car boot sale. Have to say I have never seen so much junk being sold alongside a cider festival (Limousin is famous for its apples), but except for a wonderful display of ancient tractors altogether a rather underwhelming experience.


So back to the countryside and on the look-out for deer (welcome) wild boar (not welcome) and avoiding the crazy local hunt who are out an about every weekend. So far this year they (the hunt in france) have managed to shoot dead a cyclist wearing bright blue, as they tend to shoot first and think about what they shot afterwards. Not helped of course by hunting often after a very boozy lunch! I don't go into the woods at the weekends!

Very French
That's it for now, except to say that with the nights drawing in and the clocks goig back at the weekend it is time to get started with “Learn French with Alexa” downloaded from YouTube.

Saw this and was amused - it was in Tate Modern


Oh, and to enjoy some of the comestibles brought back from the UK .... and picked up at the market.

Suet, custard powder (for the anglers), spices, treacle and other goodies for autumnal cooking!


Finally,


I will shortly have to say goodbye to my mate Diesel, as he and his owner John will be returning to the UK for Deer management duties in Scotland.  He won't be able to take me out and let me play sticks with him!  ACTUALLY, Diesel is one of teh most disciplined and obedient dogs I have ever seen. He sees me as "the guyI play sticks with" but as soon as John (his owner) takes over he reverts to being the well trained Deer stalking dog he has been for the last 9 years. I look forward to him (and John) returning to La Ribiere in 2019.

Diesel the Hungarian Wirehaired Vizlar:  here offering me the chance to pick up the stick!
Bisou, Bisou.

Tuesday 18 September 2018

Early autumn, due to lack of rain.

UPDATE:   see video of the bridge here:  https://www.facebook.com/KnowmadicMike/videos/10156230710545709/

Forgot to add this!!!! Completed on August 8th.  

Also forgot to mention my brief trip to UK to celebrate my 62nd birthday; many thanks to Andy for looking after me so splendidly.  No fotos to protect the innocent!



The last month or so has seen the sunshine continue and the ground look more and more parched. This has meant that some of the trees are already shedding their leaves and that the sweet chestnuts are not fat and juicy but rather pathetic. They should not be dropping from the trees until the start of October. So maybe my plans for a harvest of chestnuts and chestnut bread baking may have to be shelved. Lets see.
Scarecrows to frighten off the Otters (they are lit from behind at night) these will be placed at the inlet and outlet to the lake.

Fungi starting to appear.

Logs for strengthening the fences

Dead fir trees: my source of logs!

The hunting season started on Sunday 9th September and so the priority has been (for me) to get the fence repairs done so that a) the hunt can't easily put their dogs in to the land and b) that wild boar do not enter. This has meant finding recently fallen trees to use as logs to protect the bottom of the fence or to fell trees if no dead ones available. The logs are then pinned to the fence with wire staples which all makes for some jolly back breaking work. But I so enjoy enjoy the solace of the wood and working carefully and safely alone as I make the repairs. I hope to have this task completed by October 3 (when I leave for a UK break). French hunters are mad!  So we try not to go in the woods on a Sunday when they hunt as they shoot first and work out what they have shot second!  And in the afternoon they seem to be somewhat inebriated! Not the best combination.

We had two weeks of solid catering including one where Heidi and I were cooking for 10 anglers as well as the family, John (the bailiff) and myself. And it is hard when you are presented with a couple of anglers who only eat meat and potatoes! Anything else being some kind of spawn of the devil!

In the midst of this I was also planning for the visit of my dear friend Andy. I wanted him to see La Ribiere (of course) but also something of France. It would be an adventure for us both as I have not seen anything more than Limoges other than Lidl in St. Junien! (Not that I am complaining!)
Limoges station: Benedictines.

Intrepid tourists!

Pont St. Etienne: Limoges

So I planned a three day circular trip, mainly in the Dordogne, taking in Brive -la- Galliarde, Rocamadour, Domme and Bergerac; about 500km, By happy chance I looked at a brochure and saw that the Gouffre de Padirac (chasm and caves) were just 8km from Rocamadour: spectacular. The whole trip was a revelation, empty roads, not many holiday makers, few children, reasonable food, nice hotels and good company (the best actually).
Dordogne Church; coffee stop!

Cheeky statue in Brive of Sisyphus. (Poor old Sisyphus, his eternal punishment to roll the large ball up a hill only for it to roll down again, and he having to start again. Pointless, but good for developing the glutes!)
Window in the church at Brive
Rocamadour (not my foto) as I didn't have my helicopter with me.

Looking down on village of Rocamadour from the Holy City!  St. Amadour is supposed to be buried here; he was discovered in a grave in 1199 since which time many miracles have happened and the village is place pilgrimage.

The path to the top is very SLEEPERY!

Not quite getting the hang of "selfies": Do I press here?

One of the very many chapels in the "holy city"
Hot air balloon  over the Roc!




















The chasm opening; Grouffe de Padirac

Thankfully there are also lifts!


The mites go up and the tights come down!  So I remember from geography lessons 50 years ago!
An amazing experience involving walking 400m then a boat ride 500m and then a further 300m of caves then the return. Unhurried, well planned and not commercial. Most enjoyable.

Gate into Domme.

View over the Dordogne river.

Posing in Bergerac.

Traditional river boat for moving goods down the river.




Back here now for fence repairing, cooking and the usual mix of hard work and beautiful scenary until my break in the UK on October 3.