We have arrived in Britanny. The temperature is 23°. I might have to put on a sweater
Top end of the Porcine Comfort Zone! 🙂
After a blissfully lazy morning, I ambled along to the hairdresser's and observed that the statue of the Black Bitch (a faithful dog in a local legend) has been "Weegied" - adorned with a traffic cone like the Duke of Wellington in Glasgow (and several statues in America during the World Cup).
It wasn't me - I wouldn't have the nerve - but I was quite pleased to see it!
Sounds a very interesting wedding @puzzler. I do like the different ways people celebrate getting married or getting married again. I went to one where the couple had been married quite a while, but had both returned to the Catholic Church so had a religious wedding to renew their vows. After the vows the groom grabbed a guitar and started singing Oh Happy Day. We had a Catholic/Quaker wedding and over the years I've had various people tell me how much they enjoyed that.
We headed into town today for a mooch and ended up getting a t-shirt for our son's upcoming birthday from a shop we haven't been in before. This afternoon was devoted to making several salads for tea tonight. The tomato one is probably worth doing again, but the one of various griddled vegetables was probably more trouble than it was worth.
The weather here has been warm but bearable. I do wish it would rain though.
@Puzzler I think men and boys in flat caps for formalwear is quite popular nowadays, I think inspired by Peaky Blinders. I haven't seen a woman wear a hat at a wedding since I was a child.
@Puzzler I think men and boys in flat caps for formalwear is quite popular nowadays, I think inspired by Peaky Blinders. I haven't seen a woman wear a hat at a wedding since I was a child.
Flat caps must be good quality caps, like a Failsworth, but I bought a lovely cap in Santiago de Compostela last year.
@Puzzler I think men and boys in flat caps for formalwear is quite popular nowadays, I think inspired by Peaky Blinders. I haven't seen a woman wear a hat at a wedding since I was a child.
I wore a hat last month to my godson's wedding which probably means I am really old!
A few years ago, I went to a wedding in the Surrey countryside, wondering if I was too dressed up, wearing a hat. Every woman was wearing a hat.
So the next wedding I went to, in a town in another county, I felt quite comfortable in a hat, until I got there and discovered I was the only person wearing one!
A few years ago, I went to a wedding in the Surrey countryside, wondering if I was too dressed up, wearing a hat. Every woman was wearing a hat.
So the next wedding I went to, in a town in another county, I felt quite comfortable in a hat, until I got there and discovered I was the only person wearing one!
MMM
Interesting theory. We're in West Sussex.
There were a handful of women wearing hats at the wedding I was at (the majority were hatless) and I think we were all in the above 50 age bracket.
I've just had a look at our wedding photos and there were certainly a few hats, but not on everyone. That was in Orkney in 1988.
Also quite a few gentlemen in kilts.
In other news, it's grey and damp here, which is not conducive to ambling to Tessie's to get garlic, out of which I have run.
Time to have some brunch, and set the laundry* going.
* I'm at the "strategic laundry" stage of pre-holiday preparation: (a) what will I need to cover a long bus journey in possibly 25° heat and arriving in Orkney to somewhat less; and (b) what will I not need between now and Wednesday? 🤔
A soup sort of day (as @Piglet says, both chilly and damp), but having largely lived off tins of the stuff during chemo, even Baxter's finest wasn't calling to me.
So I simmered onion, fresh tomatoes, chilli flakes, chickpeas, fresh coriander and veg stock, whizzed it with a stick blender and tipped in more coriander. It was, though I say it myself, delicious.
We did indeed arrive on the Tire-bouchon. We got stuck for a while because of a problem with a level crossing and poor old Captain P got all discombobulated because he thought we might have to turn round and go back to Paris
Another warm day and apart from walking to and from Mass this morning a lazy one. The sum total of things I have done this afternoon and early evening are finish a jigsaw, write a letter to the local paper and water the garden.
what will I need to cover a long bus journey in possibly 25° heat
I was wondering how you're going to travel. Is it a bus all the way north until you have to take a ferry?
We went to Breakfast Church at Our Place and then headed out to a relatively local flea market, taking with us a couple we're getting to know who live in a nearby village. They are not yet quite "friends" but getting pretty close. There we sweltered in the heat (no shade apart from in the very large and busy hall), Mr Nen made a few purchases which he was pleased with and we then got invited back for lunch with our Very-Nearly-Friends and had a good time sitting in their cool front room drinking wine and eating and having some interesting conversations. As lunch was late and substantial I declared this evening to be a No Cooking for Nen night, which is always A Good Thing.
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Top end of the Porcine Comfort Zone! 🙂
After a blissfully lazy morning, I ambled along to the hairdresser's and observed that the statue of the Black Bitch (a faithful dog in a local legend) has been "Weegied" - adorned with a traffic cone like the Duke of Wellington in Glasgow (and several statues in America during the World Cup).
It wasn't me - I wouldn't have the nerve - but I was quite pleased to see it!
Salmon and salads for supper.
We headed into town today for a mooch and ended up getting a t-shirt for our son's upcoming birthday from a shop we haven't been in before. This afternoon was devoted to making several salads for tea tonight. The tomato one is probably worth doing again, but the one of various griddled vegetables was probably more trouble than it was worth.
The weather here has been warm but bearable. I do wish it would rain though.
Flat caps must be good quality caps, like a Failsworth, but I bought a lovely cap in Santiago de Compostela last year.
I wore a hat last month to my godson's wedding which probably means I am really old!
A few years ago, I went to a wedding in the Surrey countryside, wondering if I was too dressed up, wearing a hat. Every woman was wearing a hat.
So the next wedding I went to, in a town in another county, I felt quite comfortable in a hat, until I got there and discovered I was the only person wearing one!
MMM
Interesting theory. We're in West Sussex.
There were a handful of women wearing hats at the wedding I was at (the majority were hatless) and I think we were all in the above 50 age bracket.
Also quite a few gentlemen in kilts.
In other news, it's grey and damp here, which is not conducive to ambling to Tessie's to get garlic, out of which I have run.
Time to have some brunch, and set the laundry* going.
* I'm at the "strategic laundry" stage of pre-holiday preparation: (a) what will I need to cover a long bus journey in possibly 25° heat and arriving in Orkney to somewhat less; and (b) what will I not need between now and Wednesday? 🤔
We are in Quiberon, a bit further out into the Atlantic.
So I simmered onion, fresh tomatoes, chilli flakes, chickpeas, fresh coriander and veg stock, whizzed it with a stick blender and tipped in more coriander. It was, though I say it myself, delicious.
I had to look this up:
https://www.baiedequiberon.co.uk/plan-your-stay-in-the-bay-of-quiberon/tickets-in-tourist-offices/the-tire-bouchon-train
The train uses biofuel - an interesting development, and one hopes it becomes viable for widespread use away from electrified lines.
We went to Breakfast Church at Our Place and then headed out to a relatively local flea market, taking with us a couple we're getting to know who live in a nearby village. They are not yet quite "friends" but getting pretty close. There we sweltered in the heat (no shade apart from in the very large and busy hall), Mr Nen made a few purchases which he was pleased with and we then got invited back for lunch with our Very-Nearly-Friends and had a good time sitting in their cool front room drinking wine and eating and having some interesting conversations. As lunch was late and substantial I declared this evening to be a No Cooking for Nen night, which is always A Good Thing.