Supermoon, dead pig and Breton animals

On Saturday and Sunday there was a supermoon visible here in between the night clouds.  I took several photos and I have to say it was the biggest moon I have ever seen, quite beautiful and atmospheric - I think it's impossible to depict in a photograph and understand the size if you didn't see it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After a reasonably relaxing weekend the week has been busy.   Monday afternoon was Book Club and we took advantage of the sunshine and sat outside to discuss The Shoemaker’s Wife by Adriana Trigiani.  I found the first half of the book very slow but thought that the second half moved at a much better pace.  I gave the book 7/10.  Unfortunately, it had a lot of similarities to the previous month’s book The Seamstress.

Tuesday morning was Short Mat Bowls at our temporary Summer venue of Laniscat Village Hall while our usual home at St Gelven Village Hall is renovated.  In the afternoon I finally managed to do the last official paperwork at the Maison de Services Publiques in Carhaix where a very pleasant woman, who spoke English, dealt with the changeover of my Peugeot to French registration.  Apparently I should receive my new number in 4-5 working days. 

 

I shall lose my personal English number plate but the DVLA advised me to hang onto the plates as if I ever returned the car to England it would probably get the same number plates again.

I also visited my friend who has just had a gastric bypass – not quite the same operation as mine, but by the same surgeon in the same hospital.  She obviously doing well and it was good to see her out of hospital and getting on with life again.

Wednesday was Writers’ Group, usually held at my house but today at another member’s house as she had just come out of hospital after a back operation.  On the way there my car felt strange and I asked my passenger, a former AA man, what he thought it was, I even suggested that the air pressure in one of the tyres might not be right.  When we stopped at SuperU for refreshment and fuel we found I had a flat.  He changed the tyre, new in April, which is ruined – buxxer, buxxer, buxxer!  Again it was warm enough to sit outside and read our work to each other in the garden.  On the way home my passenger spotted what he thought was a dead pig at the side of the road.  I turned the car round and he was right.  Not a good thing to see and for some reason outside double gates with a sign indicating something about pigs.  I took some photos.   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Heavens knows what had happened to it or where it had come from.  Not a nice thing to come across.  I can’t imagine what caused the marks on the lower abdomen.  When I got home I downloaded the photos and then half an hour later couldn’t locate them on the computer.  I drove out again to take more photos and the pig was still there but had been moved and the marks were hardy visible with its new position.

Much more pleasant were the photographs I took of poppies opposite my friend's cottage when I dropped him back home and the straw calf which was in a field as I came out of the village of Kerpert.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I was joking with my Breton neighbours this evening that here everyone likes to make animals out of things. Here is a new arrival in their garden.

 

I took my laptop round to my neighbours to show them the photos and was invited to stay for supper so had a good evening with them.  They told me that my opposite English neighbours had arrived in the village at their holiday home so I popped round with a dozen eggs on my way to put the hens to bed.  

The forecast for today was good and it lived up to its promise - a lovely day.

Three things I like:

1.   Making elderflower champagne - in spite of the mess on the floor afterwards!
2.   Watching the hens enjoy the weeds I've pulled out of the veggie patches.
3.   Lying out in the sun this afternoon and admiring all the flowers.