We are now well into our first winter in
France and it is just as miserable an experience as it ever was back in
England. The gloomy days with cold and wet weather just make me yearn for that
first spring-like day when the sun starts to feel warm on your face and nature
starts to awake from its winter hibernation.
There is an old saying that I will probably
misquote here but it is something along the lines of “You can only appreciate
the summer after you have lived through the winter”. It is so true and one of
the reasons why I don’t think I would like to live much closer to the equator
where the differences in the seasons are much less marked.
I came back home ridiculously excited last
week - whilst out walking with Rolo I spotted some hazel catkins and read it as
a sign of better weather to come. Sure enough, a few days later and we had our
first dose of snow!
Le Clos des ChĂȘnes 'sous la neige' |
Snow is not uncommon in this part of France
but neither is it such a regular occurrence nor so heavy that they are
particularly well geared up for it. In our rural corner there are no gritting
teams working through the night so the roads had a good covering when I
ventured out to view a property for my clients from New Zealand (more of this
in a moment).
Wintry landscape in Busserolles |
It was cold and it was snowing, so why go out
and freeze your brass monkeys off on your market stall – particularly if your
customers are going to be thinking the same. We decided to reward the
entrepreneurial courage of the hardy few traders who had made the effort and we
bought something from nearly all of them. The one we struggled with was the
stall that sells outsize undergarments and nylon housecoats to the doughty
French madames. I suggested Nikki might find some of the underwear nice and
warm for the winter – I won’t tell you what her reply was!
Back to the house I went to visit. It sounded
too good to be true; it had the location, the interior space, the barn and the
land size that my clients had specified and it was well below their budget.
It
has been used as a holiday home so I met the lady who was acting as the key
holder and she kindly opened the place up for me. As she went on ahead to open
up the shutters I heard her groan, “Oh dear, what a mess”. I followed her
through to the rear and found the lounge floor littered with broken plasterboard
– we looked up the stairs to see a large hole in the landing ceiling. Further
inspection revealed damp and mold in the front bedroom as well. Unfortunately the barn, which adjoins the property, has not had a roof for the last 18 months, having had it removed before it collapsed.
The property with its roofless barn |
The end result! |
What a shame for the property; what a shame for me who
still has to unearth the perfect property for my clients!
In the meantime, I am continuing my efforts to
develop a more self-sufficient approach to daily living. Three or four times a
week I try and spend an hour in the woods with my chainsaw, cutting up fallen
trees and carrying the logs back up the slope in my wheelbarrow. It is back
breaking work but my log pile for next winter’s use is growing nicely.
Rolo inspects the newly dug vegetable patch |
The patches I have dug over are close by the ends
of two drainpipes that I discovered take the rainwater from the house roof and
currently just drain it into a muddy soak away. My next project therefore is to
install a water collection system (“rainwater harvesting” I think is the eco
warrior word for it) so that we have a ready supply of free water with which to
water the vegetables with in the summer.
Ah, the summer……….