More on restoration

I think that I can safely say that we have now painted all of the lounge and kitchen area. It has taken a long time to eliminate all of the “orange” paint but we are there. On our last visit Adam painted the front door in all of its sections. It is an original door from the 1840’s with the gorgeous inlayed panels, which all needed to be covered before the painting could begin.

Our front door-half way through the restoration.

Doorway to the 1800s

Doorway to the 1800s

The windows are finished, great.

Painted windows

Painted windows

Paul cut and varnished a window seat for the cats to sit on. In this picture you can just see the old well that we hope one day to restore.

Work in progress

Work in progress

The window seat in place over the radiator.

Window seat for cats

Window seat for cats

We also tiled more of the kitchen. There is still more tiling to do which we hope to complete on our next visit in a few weeks time.

More tiling in the kitchen

More tiling in the kitchen

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Our house is on the market!

In total we have been planning our move to France for sixteen years; the reconnoitring of different departments of France took years but was great fun; the viewing of different properties, (ranging from extreme “fixer uppers”, some even had walls, while others were gorgeous but too expensive) and finally choosing our new home in Daglan in 2010. However, now the move to France seems very real our house in Blackpool is on the market.

If you are thinking of a a family home or a holiday home at the seaside look no further, view details here.

House in Blackpool for sale

House in Blackpool for sale

Daglan Market + part two

Gastronome (food market) and vide grenier (empty attic) part two

The vide grenier (like a car boot or garage sale) was held on the same day as the gastronome, it was placed around the church and along the main road.

Browsing the stalls was interesting, we bought three paintings from here.

We bought three paintings from this stall

Browsing the vide grenier

Here they are, the large one on the left is my sons the two small ones are ours. The smallest of the three is of Marie Antoinette painted onto silk, gorgeous and is great for the period of the house.

Three paintings

The three paintings

Three leather purchases, two for our kindles and one notepad, all excellent buys. Adam calls my kindle folder, “the eye of Sauron”, from the Lord of the Rings.

Three leather purchases

Three leather purchases

Daglan Market + part one

Gastronome (food market) and vide grenier (empty attic) part one

Every Sunday morning in Daglan we are wakened to the sounds of different vender’s organising their stalls for the market. However, today’s was no ordinary market it was a “gastronome” (local produced food, wine, soap, leather goods etc) with the added bonus of “Chippy” the truffle finder, demonstrating his excellent skills in the square opposite our home and a “vide grenier” (empty attic). We were in for a treat.

The first signs of preparation for the forthcoming event was the appearance of a small forest which had materialised in the village square during the early hours of Friday morning.

Pettit forest

Pettit forest

A sea of colour from our balcony, at about eight in the morning.

Early(ish) morning view

Early(ish) morning view

Usually the market is in a horseshoe around the fountain but today it was around the fountain down the main road and right outside our front door.

A café that sold hot dogs, pizza and coffee was placed at the front of our home. You can just see Paul in the entrance to our home taking a photograph of Adam taking a photo. On the right was a stall selling roasted chickens, paella and duck, not a particularly good aroma for vegetarians.

Our front door

Our front door

A very colourful pan of paella, in the other pan was the duck.

paella

paella

Fresh cheeses, vegetable, bread, and of course wines from the area. We filled our basket with melons, freshly picked vegetables, strawberries and wine for the evening meal. We saved half of the strawberries for the crepes in the morning, delicious.

We filled our basket

We filled our basket

“just one please”!

Garlic stall

Garlic stall

Finally, at two in the afternoon came the pièce de résistance, meet “Chippy” the truffle finder. It was very funny due to the fact that the butchers stall was nearby selling a large variety of pungent saucison (dry cured sausages). So strong was the aroma that “Chippy” had to be regularly retrieved from the butchers stall to the little forest to complete his demonstration.

meet “Chippy”

meet “Chippy”

Glad to say that he did find all of the truffles and got treats of sausage for his reward.

Daglan

When we go to France I think that we hit the tarmac at a running speed and stay at that speed throughout our stay. The reason for this is that we have so much to do in so little a time:- the house renovation, visiting friends, browsing markets, a visit to a cave, festivals etc, and this time The Tour de France too… it is nice to just relax and take time out to look at our very picturesque village, so that is what we did on a very hot day, 36C on our recent visit.

The rambling main road in Daglan

A sedate stroll along the rambling main road in Daglan

All of the hats in this shop are hand made, Paul purchased a panama hat.

Hats off

Hats off to the fabricant de chapeau

This picture was taken from the fountain looking towards the new artist studio (the house on the left of the picture). I particularly love the artists landscape paintings of the area.

From la Place

From la Place

Gorgeous smells greet us most mornings from the Boulangerie/Patisserie next door. Too tempting to resist but resist we must, we are all on a diet.

Boulangerie/Patisserie

Boulangerie/Patisserie

Just a few minute walk from our home is this truly interesting jewellery shop. All hand made with different stones to a very high standard, it also sells bags, clothes and dolls.

jewellery shop

The jewellery shop – la Goutte Noire

If you fancy something original why not try backpacking with a couple of donkeys to carry your packs!

backpacking

backpacking

The Tour de France

We had never seen the Tour de France live before so with it passing through the Perigord it was a chance that we could not miss. The day started off badly with the forecast stating that a storm was due. Being in a positive mood I made a picnic hamper! The storm hit on route to Monbazillac and what a storm it was thunder, lightning, torrential rain. We could just see the car in front of us. As I said, being in a positive mood we carried on thinking that the storm would pass by in time for riders. Oh contraire, the storm did stop for about an hour then it started again, stronger and more violent than before. However, this did not put us off, we stayed for the race, and four hours of waiting in the storm was worth it just to see the riders pass by.

We arrived at Monbazillac and parked in a soaked piece of land between two vineyards and ate our picnic, while watching the thunder and lightning getting nearer and nearer. Guess who had only sandals on her feet that day?

Our arrival at Monbazillac

Our arrival at Monbazillac

The sea of yellow was amazing; we got hats, t-shirts, umbrellas, pens etc
Waiting for so long we became friends with the people next to us on either side, sharing umbrellas, sweets etc.

First was the junior race, the rider in front went back for the second rider to help him to finish the race.

the junior race

the junior race

Then came the time that everyone was waiting for, the caravan. This is a series of cars and floats who speed pass throwing sweets, cakes, hats, drinks, toys etc.

The start of the caravan

The start of the caravan

The caravan was an amazing sight, you can just see the very large rider in a yellow jersey on top of the car.

the first yellow jersey

the first yellow jersey

Everyone cheered; we put our hands up for the sweets but missed this time.

meet Micky

meet Micky

Somewhere inside the fruit shoot is a car

fruit shoot on wheels

fruit shoot on wheels

When the junior bike riders and caravan had driven past we had to wait for about an hour or so. Then the the crowed cheered loudly because we could all hear the helicopter over our heads, the race was here. These are the first riders, it was so exciting, people shouted, banged on the side of the barrier, some people called out the names of the riders while others just stood in awe. It was great and truly a sight worth waiting for.

These are the leaders

These are the leaders

This is the peloton, the pain on the rider’s faces as they fought to finish the stage. They had come so far, endured every type of weather and physical and mental torture, they were truly awe inspiring.

the peloton

the peloton

Would I do it again? Yes, yes, and yes but next time I must remember to pack my Wellington boots.