Monday, 27 July 2009
Wednesday, 22 July 2009
Lovely: Hope u r out there writing Bradley Wiggin's name on the road 4 when he comes by 2morrow as he is third overall.
Lovely's brother: Will write it just below Lovely, will be in Chinaillon village to see it.
Lovely's brother: We are at the top of the Col (de la Columbiere).
Lovely: They are 40k away. Brad Wig still there but they will try and shake him off. P.S. Am watching live!
Lovely: Brad holding on
Lovely's brother: Who's ahead? We are on the right on a small slope 30ft from the peak.
Lovely: Changing all the time. They have dropped Wiggins.
Lovely: Contador. Sclecksx2 (they are brothers) and Kloden. Wigs trying 2 get back with Armstrong.
Lovely's brother: How far? Jude (sister in law) needs the loo!
Lovely: 30 mins
Lovely: Heading down 2wards the final climb. Wave!
Lovely: If Brad Wig is not too far behind at top he could make up time in time trial 2morrow.
Lovely's brother: Lot of support 4 him here
Lovely: Sarkosy was at the finish
Lovely's brother: He's a knob, who won and where was Wig?
Lovely: Schlek. Wig 3 minutes down. May pick up more time 2morrow. Armstrong did well.
Tuesday, 21 July 2009
However one thing that I am deeply disappointed about is that I could have been there at the end! The peleton pass by the front door of my brother's chalet on their way down from the Col de la Columbiere, the final climb. I cycled up it two years ago, a year after my illness. It was the first time I had really tested my body and although it hurt like hell and I had to stop a lot I am pleased to say that I got there in the end and have the picture to prove it! We went up the easy route however! The tour is going up the other side which is steeper and more twisty! Good luck Bradley!
Monday, 20 July 2009
I have been trying to empty out my freezer so I can defrost it and I still had some of last years fruit in there. Not wishing to add more from this year I started on a bumper jam making extravaganza that ended up requiring 4 trips to Lakeland to buy more jars and lids, as many trips to the supermarket to buy sugar. The result so far is 42 jars of jam. I have jellies and jams of both flavours and now have to think of something to do with the stuff as it is beyond my needs! (I still have 2 kg of redcurrants to use up!)
This is just four of the 42!
Wednesday, 15 July 2009
Ian has been working hard in France; mostly nagging the builder and other people to give him quotes. He has however plumbed in a temporary shower and toilet so we will not have to resort to going to the neighbours for our daily wash!
Tuesday, 14 July 2009
Finally here is a picture of my second cousin and me looking delightful!
Sunday, 12 July 2009
Anyway, yesterday I attempted to make jam from last years blackcurrants and redcurrants before picking this year's crop. The rain gave me a good excuse not go outside and the Tour de France gave me another excuse to relax in the afternoon! However, today the sun shone. One thing about living by the sea is that you hardely ever go there and as it was a nice day and I had heard there was a French market on the seafront, I decided to go. I thought that somehow going to a French market would make me feel almost like I was in France! When I got there I found there were more treats in store as it was the annual 999 rescue show! This, according to the website promised:
" a fantastic array of emergency service displays including the HM Coastguard, RNLI, Ambulance service, Fire and Rescue and the Police Service.."
Also there were representatives from the French Gendarme which made me feel a little closer to France!
Unfortunately the promised demonstration by the RNLI had to be postponed as they got called out to a real rescue! (Although it was quite sunny there was a strong wind and the sea was a little choppy!
The French market proved to be about as French as the cheese section at Tesco! This stall selling sausages (along with a couple of cheese sellers with dodgy French accents) was about the most French and they competed alongside a fudge stall, a pick and mix sweet stall, a stall selling African looking Kaftans and a man selling Greek pastries!
The town itself has tried hard to rid itself of its Costa Geriatrica image in recent times and there was some evidence to that effect. Note the advertising potential..
All in all it was a pleasant day and I enjoyed it more than I have on previous occasions. It's funny how the sun makes everything look good!
Thursday, 9 July 2009
After a while we started talking about family parties of old. My aunt May (on this occasion I will use her actual name as she died some time ago) was a real party person. She would cook vol au vonts, cheese and pineapple on sticks, cucumber sandwiches and flans and keep the wine flowing for the adult guests. She would organise party games, sing songs and usually would dress up in fancy dress. (I have a photo somewhere which I will try and work out how to scan and post). She was always accompanied by her friend Doris.
Doris was a family friend. She married her husband Bill during the second world war. They had been married 3 months and he was killed in Normandy. She idolised his memory and never forgot him or remarried despite plenty of prompting from May. My cousin, who knew her better than me recalled that after the war she went to France and found Bills grave. She also found the farm where he died and made friends with the people that lived there. Every year she went over to visit Bills grave. She used to live in Camden Town and when I was working around that way I remember visiting her in her small council flat. Far from leading an isolated and lonely life, she was quite a key person in her community; representing the local senior citizens on various committees and attending many local clubs and groups.
After she died her friends asked my cousin what they should do with her ashes and he immediately suggested that they be scattered over Bill's grave in France. As far as I know getting official permission to do this was getting complicated so they just went over and did it anyway without permission!