My life in a small French hamlet in Brittany. The flora and fauna, the weather, veggies and polytunnel, garden flowers, neighbours, friends, cats, rabbits, hens, ducks and goats and everything else which comes into my life here in my home in St André.
Roosting on the gate
2011 - My second year of blogging in Brittany
I felt I would like to share some of the photographs I have taken so far this year and some from other years. I live in a beautiful part of Brittany and just love being here. It's a lovely place to photograph and enjoy being in through all the seasons and hopefully this blog will show you where I live my life.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Charlie's New Bike, Guémené-sur-Scorff Art Day and Cats
This morning I decided to go and collect a bike which I had seen for sale. A red bike, for 6-8 years - Charlie's four and a half now, so it won't be long before he can use it.
The vendor lived near Silfiac so I drove over in the Peugeot and I shall store it and wait for Charlie to get bigger.
After leaving there I drove on to Guémené-sur-Scorff to a carboot sale the vendor's wife told me about. There didn't seem to be a carboot, but it was an Art Day in the town and a small part of the main street had been closed to allow the artists to put up their stalls.
This is the florist at the end of the street and then a photograph of the reflections in the florist's shop window.
As I entered the street I could hear what sounded like a piano and Pan pipes playing. I wasn't wrong, there was a grand piano on the pavement, next to to a man drawing and a woman weaving. I spoke to the pianist and she not only performed frequently, but also taught the piano.
There was a man doing charcoal nudes - from memory - no nudes women acatually posing!
Also a girl with amazing hair, shoes and stockings was painting a water colour portrait of a Frenchman.
There was a boucherie/charcuterie open, and it was selling the traditional Guémené andouilles.
I have copied this extract from the internet:
Genuine andouille from Guémené (100% pork, 30 cm long, 8 to 10 cm diameter, 1.5 kg) is only produced in the Morbihan department, in Guémené-sur-Scorff and the surrounding districts. Guemene andouille sausage is made from about thirty large pig intestines which are pickled in brine, calibrated and wrapped in layers around a central part called the "core" (with a diameter equal to about one quarter of the finished sausage). The core is also made of intestines cut into strips and assembled "on a string".After being inserted in a cow bladder, it is then tied off with string at both ends, smoked over beech logs, cooked for several hours in a bouillon flavoured with hay, and left to dry for a time that varies depending on the desired maturity. This delicious traditional speciality is celebrated particularly on the last Sunday in August at Guémené-sur-Scorff (56).
There's no doubt that andouilles - chitterlings in England - are an acquired choice. They smell awful, but for me they taste brilliant. I don't know of any other English people here who like them - I am alone! I was brought up on chitterlings, which my father loved ,and I always ate anything he liked so I had a head start on liking them.
Just along from the classical piano player was an old house, partly boarded up and there was a cat crying inside. A small group of people gathered on the pavement nearby and someone was trying to get inside to release the cat - I hope they succeeded.
A couple more views of the part of the street which hadn't been closed off.
At one end of the street there was this mimosa foliage against the sky. I love the patterns of the frondy leaves.
As I walked back to my car I saw this white valerian growing out of the wall.
I love valerian, but had never seen this colour, I have only seen pink and red before. I stole a couple of stalks with the tiniest of roots on them and have planted them in my driveway bed and am keeping my fingers crossed.
I took these photographs in a rare sunshiny moment this week - foxgloves in my garden - most of the blossoms are sodden with rain at the moment and poppies have all collapsed.
and Purrdy washing, but it's the pots I like best in this photograph.
Here's one of the other two, Alfie and Daisy, taken yesterday afternoon.
I have been reading lots of other people's blogs this week and had a lovely time with them. One, Snapdragon's Garden, inspired me to pick some of my garden flowers and pop them into a vase in the sitting room.
Three things I like:
1. Coming home. 2. Making chicken stock. 3. Listening to The Archers.