Good news, both of the stray cats who where poisoned last Monday are doing very well. It was a worry especially for one of the cats who we did not think would make it, thankfully she did. She is just gorgeous and Association Pirate are hopeful that they will find a home for her. The agony they both had to suffer this week was heart braking. Our vet thinks that it was very old snake poison that you can not buy now. The Cat Association are looking into it, we do not want more cats to suffer.
Now follows the blog that I intended writing last week but as you can imagine events happened that took precident.
My Return to Daglan
As we drove into Daglan on a sunny Saturday afternoon we were greeted by a display of the most amazing vintage cars.
Paul had collected me at Bergerac airport from my return flight from England. I had been travelling for over seven hours so I was feeling a little travel weary and low in spirit, I needed something to galvanise me once more. Admiring the cars and talking to friends in the village certainly did the trick.
This is my favourite. I can just imagine driving this car with a picnic hamper on the back to a gorgeous place by the river.
Bonny and Clyde or Al Capone springs to mind.
Josephine Baker kind of car. More diva than the other vintage cars.
Unsure what era this particular car dates from but it does remind me Elliot Ness.
A few of the owners who were dressed in the fashion of time that their vintage cars came from.
My goodness, the sun was shining, the sky was blue and there was no rain to greet me on my visit to Blackpool last week to see our son.
Blackpool became a major tourist centre when the railway was built in the 1840’s connecting it to the industrial regions of the North West of England. One of the oldest hotels of this period is the Savoy which was built in 1899 and it was this hotel I stayed for a few days. It is situated about 3km from Blackpool centre, near to the Promenade in the North Shore area.
My room was on the left of the above picture, at the side of the hotel. It had a really nice comfy bed with a spacious bathroom, gorgeous.
The Reception and Comfortable Lounge area.
The iconic Tower is on the right of the picture. It was built in 1894 and will be 125 years old this year. It was the brainchild of Sir John Bickerstaff, a former Mayor of Blackpool who was a distant ancestral relative of my husband.
Being a big fan of Star Trek I was overjoyed to see the tableaux of Patrick Stewart advertising the new Star Trek exhibition in the centre of Blackpool. A must see for any Trekkers planning to have a holiday in the area.
It was so brilliant visiting our son and seeing the changes that have occurred in the Blackpool area, but would I return? Although I do like the improvements that have been made since we left the town the answer is a definite no, we love France too much to return to England.
Event:-Easter Weekend, events everywhere, check with you local tourist office.
“In A Cowslip Bell I Lie”.
William Shakespeare – Tempest.
I felt very nostalgic upon seeing these gorgeous little cowslip flowers a few days ago. It reminded me of my childhood in Yorkshire, England. When the pastures and meadows were full of cowslips in the spring time.
The Cowslip Primrose is a herbaceous perennial plant from the Primrose family and can be found throughout Europe and Asia. The name could be derived from Ancient English for cow dug due to the flower being found in cow pastures. Or it could just be a name for boggy ground.
It was mentioned by Pliny the Elder for its lovely early flowering, at that time it was used as a ritual plant.
The cowslip leaves can be used as a salad or the flower for flavouring wine and vinegars.
Very rarely seen in England now.
Here in the Perigord the flower can be found in the woodland area’s or wet meadows.
A gorgeous little wild flower.
Sarlat, Giant Easter Egg Hunt in the medieval quarter over the Easter weekend.
Jardine de Marqueyssac, Easter Egg Hunt Easter Sunday and Monday in the afternoons.
Since we moved to live in France we notice the seasons far more than we did in England. We used to live in a fairly large coastal town with little in the way of nature.
Here in Daglan nature is all around us and once again the seasonal changes in and around the village are magnificent. Autumn is here in full and colourful glory and with it come the mist’s of October mornings.
Taken from the graveyard overlooking Daglan as the mist rises to greet the sun over the forest.
Golden trees at the rear of the graveyard are just stunning.
These deep reds were photographed as Paul and I walked along the lane towards the river Ceou at the side of the Château.
The forest in all its glory.
I could not believe my eyes, crocuses in bloom!
I Just had to stop for a chat.
Or two. So gentle and relaxed, magnificent horses. Just what I needed to ease a stressful day.
The Château grounds as the sun slowly penetrates through the trees early yesterday morning.
Event:-Sarlat 21st October, Grande Brocante d’automne. Place de la Grande Rigaudie from eight in the morning.