Chicks, churches, cattle and rocks

There was quite a stiff breeze this morning and I was worried about the chicks who had spent their first night out in the house in the rabbit run. I was relieved to find, when I lifted the lid to their house, that they all felt warm. The lid is well insulated with filled aluminium foil house insulation and obviously does its job well.

Having taken the chitted potates up to the field to be planted by my friend, I drove off in the Land Rover to Callac. The sun was now out and the temperature was rising quickly. It was the first time I’d driven the Land Rover since the snow came in November last year, and it seemed strange being so high up and being able to see over the hedges. It’s always difficult to start in the cold weather, but it finally spluttered into life and wasn’t a problem at all after that.

 

I was meeting someone of the expat website here, who was giving away classical CDs, and had arranged to meet her in the large car park in front of the church in Callac. I arrived early and went to the boulangerie to get a pain au raisin and a loaf of bread. The flowers by the bakers were so lovely.

I waited in the car park, for a green Toyota Yaris to arrive.  I was glad I'd taken my Book Club book to read as time was passing and still no sign of the car.  Twenty-five minutes after we should have met, I started to drive round the car park in case I'd missed the vendor, and I had.  Her green car was so dark I hadn't spotted it arriving as it looked almost black.  She handed over the CDs, loads of them and a couple of books.  They're mostly classical and I'll probably keep them for playing in the car.

We had met before in the same place when I'd answered an advert for books and recognised each other immediately.


On the way back I stopped at a couple of churches.  I love the spires here, which are usually very decorated and the bell towers too.  The first is the church at St Saveur and the second, at Mael Pestivien.

These lovely cattle were relaxing in the sunshine and I couldn't resist taking photos of them.

I think this one was saying a few words to me.

I drove past the barrage at Kerne Uhel and took several photos, but my favourite was this one with a rock in the water.  I also took this a little further along the road of rocks in a field.  The sunshine was making everything so beautiful.

Some of the rocks in the fields are so large that the farmers leave them in the ground and plough round them.  They are a little like icebergs with a lot that you can't see, below the surface.

Back in the village and I noticed how M&V have a lawn of beautiful yellow dandelions.  My rabbits would have a field day over there.  As it is, they make do with me picking loads of them each morning for them.

As I walked along the lane taking photographs, I started talking to P&C whose wallflowers have a wonderful scent which drifts over the wall to meet you.

We sat down in their garden chatting and drinking a lovely cool glass or two of Rosé.  It was so hot, and I was sitting at an angle to the sun.  The south facing side of my face is seriously red.

I came back home to compost filled empty blue terrace pots -  just waiting for something good to to planted in them.