• Beautiful bonnets – but what to do with them?

    Amongst the many things we found in the attic here at Les Fragnes when we moved in were lots of baby clothes. In particular there were dozens of baby bonnets. I washed them all but for five years they’ve been languishing in a sack in the barn. They’re too lovely...


  • When is custard not custard?

    Ruadhrí’s favourite pudding in the whole world is crème anglaise. Before we came to France it was custard. But now he prefers the  French version. Where have I gone wrong? Crème anglaise is the closest you’ll get to custard here in France. And when I say custard, I’m actually referring...


  • Punctures, pot pourri and planning pig-out breakfasts!

    Our puncture saga continues. I had another flat tyre yesterday. Chris got the tyre irons out again and got busy and found the culprit that he’d missed last time. A tiny thorn. But … that’s all it takes. So he put a patch on, put everything back together, pumped up...


  • Cycling season

    At last we’re back on our bikes. It’s finally warmed up enough, and Chris has mended all the punctures. We had a real epidemic of them. We did a lot of offroad cycling in the autumn and think we must have picked up bramble thorns from the green lanes we...


  • Are the French fat or not?

    Time for another Kindle-related blog, I think. I Kindle every day. (Well, if Argos can be a verb, so can Kindle.) I’ve been downloading zillions of samples, and made a couple of purchases as a result. I made another accidental one, but managed to cancel that one in time. It’s...