Life in the Loire on lock-down. 27th April. Day forty four.
What better way to start the day than with some hot buttered toast and local honey from your friend’s hives (or should I say bees?).
Life in the Loire on lock-down. 26th April. Day forty three.
I think we’re losing the capacity to speak. It must be the lack of contact with the outside world. What’s happening to us?
Life in the Loire on lock-down. 25th April. Day forty two.
It’s a happy day today. Rosie’s birthday. I’m sorry I can’t see her in person but I know she’ll have a happy day and it will be one she won’t forget.
Life in the Loire on lock-down. 24 April. Day forty one.
I’m happy to report that Maurice the mouse is still fit and well. I caught a glimpse of him late last night as he came out to munch his daily rations.
Life in the Loire on lock-down. 23 April. Day forty.
Busy day ahead. My mini-vegetables have arrived, I’m making another sourdough loaf (sorry Nigel) and I have procured a couple of masks.
Life in the Loire on lock-down. 22nd April. Day thirty nine.
There are two things that I vowed to do during this lockdown. Read more, and do some kind of exercise every day. I’ve failed miserably on both counts.
Life in the Loire on lock-down. 21st April. Day thirty eight.
Hopped on the scales this morning. Well, hopped implies a certain enthusiasm doesn’t it? There was none of that I can assure you.
Life in the Loire on lock-down. 20th April. Day thirty seven.
I lay in bed listening to the blackbird singing loudly in the garden this morning. He sits on the top of our gate post. A little treat to start the day.
Life in the Loire on lock-down. 19th April. Day thirty six.
A dreary day here in the Loire. Grey and dull. It’s trying to rain but not making a very good job of it. A sluggish start in this house.
Life in the Loire on lock-down. 18th April. Day thirty five.
Up bright and breezy this morning to get that sourdough loaf in the oven. Great expectations as they say (well I have great expectations anyway).
Life in the Loire on lock-down. 17th April. Day thirty four.
I used to hate cats. My family was a ‘dog’ family. My Dad hates cats and so I hated cats. We always had labradors in our house.
Wine Education – fighting frost
My picture today is of what we call a ‘tow and blow’ machine. One of the many tools used by winemakers to fight frost here in the Loire.