Persevere!

Good afternoon from Civray in the Poitou region. This is not quite a holiday but an exploration of the area where we are going to move next year. Yesterday we had a very relaxing time gardening in our new house together, Steven was clipping the overgrown bushes, a particularly massive bay leaf tree, while |I was battling with a cruel ivy round a lovely cherry tree and another ivy attacking our entrance gates. It took ages to get rid of it and the battle is not finished yet. We are planning to do more tomorrow. 

As you may realise, the Poitou is in France however when you walk round Civray you may think that you are in Great-Britain, The numbers of Brits living there or visiting families there is incredible. I am not sure that Steven should need to learn French, the lucky one! lol

Hope you are all having a beautiful day whether you are at work or on holidays. 

Blessings in Christ, N.

Burns night

Well, it's this time of the year. We are off to Weston village hall for a night of fellowship and fun. Steven is getting ready, putting on the 'kilt' and I am told that Viv and Ian will entertain us by their witty repartees. The Scottish poet Robert Burns was born on January 25, 1759.  The evening centers on the entrance of the haggis (a type of sausage prepared in a sheep's stomach) on a large platter to the sound of a piper playing bagpipes. When the haggis is on the table, Steven will read the "Address to a Haggis". This is an ode that Robert Burns wrote to the Scottish dish. At the end of the reading, the haggis is ceremonially sliced into two pieces and the meal begins. I do think people attend if they like haggis. Personally I don't mind as I have an acquired taste for the French andouillette so..the haggis tastes more oaty than the andouillettes. 

Have a blessed evening. N.