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Sunday 24th July 2016 – BLASTED CHURCH BELLS!

Yes, there I was, or rather, there I wasn’t. I was miles away, deep in the arms of Morpheus, when we had the 07:00 cacophony. On a flaming Sunday too, in a church that hasn’t been used for worship since 1968.

I was absolutely drenched in sweat too, rather like the Bohemian monk of the old story, and I’d been so far away on my travels that maybe it was a good idea that the church bells had rung because I couldn’t see how I would have been able to come back. I’d started off with the famous victory of Morton yesterday over Kilmarnock. Having released over half a team and signed no-one to replace them, they were playing away, with a team packed full of youth players, against a team from the Scottish Premier League and to everyone’s surprise, won 2-0 and at something of a canter too apparently. Of course, the after-match celebrations played a big part in whatever was going on through the night, and from there I went for a walk up the hill near to wherever I was living to look at the old fortifications and industrial buildings that were there.My route then took me into the village at the top of the hill where they were advertising the village fête. I had a wander around the village, looking for a couple of girls whom I knew because I was hoping to organise some kind of vehicle rally. However I couldn’t find these girls – it looked as if they were otherwise engaged and I was going to end up doing all of the work myself.

But despite the early start, I was in no hurry to leave my stinking pit. Breakfast these days isn’t until 10:00 and so I just lay vegetating in bed for quite a while, relaxing. So much so in fact that I ended up being … errr … rather later than 10:00 when I went for breakfast and so in order to avoid any complication, I fetched my breakfast down here and ate it in my room.

But I’ve had another miserable day. Coughing and spluttering all day, with a streaming head cold that just won’t subside and I’m feeling like death. So much so that by 17:00 I was back in bed crashing out. I just didn’t know what else to do.

Later on, I managed to stagger out for a pizza. Not that I was particularly hungry and I didn’t enjoy it either but I had a feeling that if I didn’t make it out tonight and eat something, I wouldn’t make it out of the door tomorrow and of course it’s hospital day tomorrow.

So now, even though it’s early, I’m going back to bed where I intend to sleep for ever and I don’t care at all even if I do.

I am just thoroughly fed up, thoroughly washed out, and thoroughly depressed. Apart from recovering from my operation at the end of January I don’t think that I’ve ever felt so bad as this.

I just want to die.

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Sunday 17th July 2016 – I HAD A GOOD …

… night’s sleep for a change. I didn’t wake up too often, which is always a good thing, and slept right through until … errr … the alarm went off at 07:15. Yes, it’s Sunday and Brain of Britain forgot to switch the alarm off, didn’t he?

I’d been on my travels too. There was some kind of town meeting where young girls were paraded in wedding costumes that they would wear when they would married. any girl who did not have a wedding costume could still parade and it was up to the audience to buy her a costume from sets that were available at the parade. Just one girl didn’t have a costume – she was in an orange and white-striped summer frock – and I felt as a new arrival, that I ought to buy her the costume in order to integrate myself into the town but I couldn’t really afford it. And so I developed a cumming plan. I waited until someone else offered, and then I interjected that I was just about to offer too, so why didn’t we pay halves for the costume. This of course had an unexpected result – “was I inferring that the other person was a cheapskate and didn’t have all of the cash to buy the costume?” and so on like that? It seemed that I couldn’t do right for doing wrong, which seems to be the story of my life.

A little after awakening I went and, for once, had a full breakfast. There was another couple there at the breakfast table, and they seemed to have gathered all of the breakfast food around them for a mega-blow-out. I must admit that I haven’t seen anything like this for a long time.

Back here, still coughing and sneezing, I idled around on the laptop for most of the day. No lunch yet again as I’m still not up to it, and I also had a good shower and change of clothes seeing as how I’m off to the hospital tomorrow and I need to look (and smell) my best.

Just for a change, I managed some tea tonight. I went out (for the first time today) round the corner to the takeaway pizza place for the Sunday pizza. Really hot, which didn’t do my runny-nose situation very much good, and even though it was the first one that I’ve had for weeks that has been properly cooked, I didn’t enjoy it very much (but that’s more down to me, not the pizza).

An early night again, and a much quieter one too, saw me drifting in and out of sleep but eventually I was gone for good.

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Sunday 10th July 2016 – I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT I’VE JUST DONE THIS!

Well, actually, yes I can because, believe me, this is par for the course as you all know.

I’m on the move tomorrow and so I need my passport which is in Caliburn up at the hospital. And so this evening at about 18:30 I set off in the early evening heat (because it was hot) up to the hospital to undertake this simple task.

It didn’t take me too long to arrive there, and I passed through the hospital to the back door to the Car Park where Caliburn is parked. And this was where I discovered that the door was locked.

From here, I must have spent about an hour or so walking through the bowels of the hospital looking for another way out (and what was quite interesting was that I spent all of this time in a “restricted” area and I wasn’t accosted once) and eventually, after much binding in the marsh, to find a way out. This involved something of an escalade, but never mind. I had (eventually) arrived.

First job was to start up Caliburn and take him for a little run around so that he doesn’t seize up. And then I tidied him up somewhat, found a tote bag that I need to go with me tomorrow, threw a pile of tinned food and other stuff into the tote bag, and eventually set off home.

On the way back I stopped off at the pizza place for a pizza (I had the sliced vegan cheese with me) and took it back to my new little room where I sat and ate it. And this was where I realised that I had forgotten the passport, which is still in Calburn!

D’ohhh!

And so tomorrow, instead of having a lie-in to gather my wits (not that there are so many that it takes me very long) I’ll be having an early breakfast and then staggering back to the hospital for the passport.

I hope that the back door will be open!

Yes – new little room. i’m back at the ranch again.

Last night in yonder house by the station I had a night that was not so good. It’s true that the kids were quite noisy for a while but the bad night was more to do with me than anything else. No breakfast of course, and so I had a (beautiful) shower and then set out to walk back to my place. I’d been on my travels too during the night but I’ve no idea where or who with.

It was a lovely morning and I discovered bits of Leuven that I didn’t know existed. I was also impressed by the total absence of littler on the streets, especially considering that the music festival is taking place. I stopped off at the boulangerie to buy a baguette for lunch and then finally arrived chez moi where I helped myself to breakfast. I consider that i’m entitled to it.

My room wasn’t ready so I sat outside on a chair and read a book for the rest of the morning, and ate my lunchtime butty while I was at it. 14:00 more-or-less was when my room was finished and so I nipped inside and closed the door.

It’s right on the ground floor right next to the door so I imagine that I’ll be awoken every five minutes by people coming and going, but it’s en-suite with the weirdest bathroom that I have ever seen. But on the whole, it’s not too bad. I even crashed out for an hour or so – the armchair there is extremely comfortable.

And then we had the performance with the passport, or lack thereof.

Now, I’m fed and watered (the pizza was lovely) and I’m off to be. I have a lot to do tomorrow and so I need to be at my best.

Not to mention this early start.

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Sunday 3rd July 2016 – IF EVER I LAY MY HANDS …

… on whoever it was who came in at 04:20 this morning, went into the kitchen and started cooking eggs, they will spend the rest of their lived eating soup through a straw. To say that I was not very impressed with the noise that they made is an understatement to be sure.

Mind you, I’d already had a good sleep. I was in bed by 22:00 and I dunno how long I was awake but I only saw a few minutes of the film that I was watching, and that was that. And after the interruption in the middle of the night, I was off again – this time until 07:00.

And I was off too – several times down the corridor for a start, and then off on my travels. I don’t remember too much about it but it involved a bright light blue Ford Cortina saloon – either a mark IV or a mark V. But at least it was a voyage, and that tells you something about my bed. As I said the other day, I have slept in more comfortable beds than this, but not for quite a while.

Now, how do I know that it was 07:00 when I awoke this morning?

The answer is that the blasted church bells flaming well started off again, didn’t they? It’s a really good job that I’m going to bed earlier and earlier, otherwise I really would be upset. But when was the last time that I was up and about, breakfasting at 07:10 in the morning, long before the alarm, on a Sunday?

I was early down the road to the boulangerie too which was just as well as I had the last baguette – and that was before 09:00 too. I need to remember this as I don’t want to be stranded.

The bathroom received my attention too – I had a beautiful warm shower today and a good shave. And what with a change of clothes I look almost human now. This led to a visit to the launderette round the corner and for just €4:50 in the washing machine and €1:00 in the drier, I washed absolutely all of the clothes except the minimum that I could wear, and also the bedding from my stay up the road. The bedding is now ready to be taken back to Caliburn, which I can do tomorrow as I’m off to the hospital for 09:10 for my check-up.

Liz made an appearance on the airwaves too so we had a good chat while the washing was doing. Yes, there’s a free internet connection in the launderette and I’ll file that fact away for future reference.

Tea was pizza (well, it is Sunday) from the place round the corner and while I’ve had better (under-cooked pizzas seems to be a local speciality), this was the spiciest that I’ve ever had and it was really delicious from that point of view.

But lunch was a bit of a catastrophe. I had a good moan about my housemates yesterday as you remember, but today the kitchen was a disgrace. However, the cleaner told me that most people are here this weekend for the rock festival at Werchter and tomorrow almost everyone will have left the building. There will just be half-a-dozen or so people left.

So now I’m going to sit by the window and enjoy the pleasant evening – it’s not rained for at least four hours. And then an early night for my early start for the hospital.

At least the breakfasts are good in this place. There are no complaints from me from that point of view. You really win with the breakfasts.

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Sunday 19th June 2016 – NOW THAT’S MORE LIKE IT!

I had to leave the comfort of my stinking pit once during the night, but I was soon back in it and fast asleep. And the next thing that I remember were the bells of the local church summoning the faithful. I tried to count the peals of the bells but was easily defeated by the crazy campanologist so I had to look at my phone to find out the time.

Ohh yes, 09:47. That’s what I call a lie-in. When was the last time that I had a decent sleep like that?

I’d been on my travels too, driving a sports car in some kind of rally. as far as field positions had gone, we had finished down the field but bearing in mind the individual start times, we were well out in front in the classifications and I was expecting, with all kinds of confidence, to leave the field behind me the next day. But on setting off, the tractor-digger that I was towing behind me suffered a collapsed digger arm and that seriously delayed me as it wouldn’t raise back up. Of course, the idea of switching on the engine to start up the hydraulic pump never ever occurred to me.

After breakfast, I went for a pleasant stroll down to the boulangerie down the street – the one that I looked in the other day – for my baguette. I’ve run out of hummus so it’s vegan cheese, tomato and olives today for lunch. For a change, it was quite nice weather outside but it soon clouded over. The weather is really miserable right now and no-one would ever believe that it’s flaming June.

vegan deli vegan cheese carrefour belgiumAnd while we’re on the subject of vegan cheese, I forgot to post a photo of my exciting discovery from several days ago. So now’s the chance to catch up with the outstanding issue.

As you can see, it’s the same brand of vegan cheese that I discovered a month or so ago, but this time it’s a Cheddar cheese substitute. THis is quite an exciting discovery and will definitely make my cheese butties taste much better.

This afternoon, I’ve been on at the Titanic public enquiry again – the American version. Today, I’ve been reading a great deal of nonsense from some of the passengers – the most important part of the disaster according to one woman was a sailor sitting next to her in a lifeboat lighting up his pipe, and another passenger regretting that sailors were put in the lifeboats to row and that their places should have been given to some of the “gallant and heroic First-Class male passengers who gave their lives so that those wretches could escape”.

But I have said before that I have no time for Senator Alden Smith who chaired the enquiry, but this nonsense about “what is an iceberg made of” has finally been put to bed.

You remember that we said the other day that the American Press of the day ridiculed him for asking the question – on the basis that “everyone knows that icebergs are made of ice, which is water”. But we had an Arctic expert giving evidence today who stated that icebergs are full of rocks, and it’s those rocks that could easily split the iron sides of a ship and cause the damage that led to the sinking of the ship. So Senator Alden Smith had the last laugh after all, although you would never expect the American Press to apologise.

hercules motorcycle leuven belgiumIt was such a nice evening that I went for a walk into town. And I’m glad that I did because I encountered a motorbike that I didn’t recognise, so I went for a closer look.

This is a Hercules, a German make of motorcycle – a company that was famous for producing a Wankel rotary engined bike and which ceased production in 1996. There was nothing to indicate anything more about this bike, but it’s a single-cylinder four-stroke of about 125cc, something like that.

We don’t have a classification for old motorcycles so I’ll file it under “old cars”.

leuven town hall belgiumThe Town Hall in the city centre looked absolutely splendid in the late evening sun and was well-worth a photograph. It does make you wonder just how splendid the city must have been before the Germans burnt it to the ground in 1914 and blew it to bits in 1940.

Now that I have my vegan cheese I could go for a pizza, after all, it is Sunday. And I had a beautiful vegetarian pizza that went down well. And a lovely walk back home where I polished off the rest of the cake with some soya custard-substitute.

Now, I’m going to have an early night. I have a busy day tomorrow at the hospital.

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Sunday 24th April 2016 – SO MUCH FOR THAT THEN!

There I was last night wishing for a good night’s sleep.

So shall I tell you what actually happened?

I was in bed at 23:15 and started to watch the rest of the film that I missed the other night. That finished at about 24:00 and I settled down for the night after that. By 02:00 I still hadn’t dropped off and I wasn’t looking forward to the rest of the night, but I must have dozed off at some point because at 03:30 I was wide awake again.

And that’s how I stayed until 07:00 or thereabouts, listening to the birds starting up at about 05:30 and watching the day slowly dawn a short while later. But at some point after 07:00 I must have gone off again because I suddenly sat bolt upright, wide awake again at 08:50.

I’d been on my travels sometime during the night too. I was in a children’s home somewhere and all of the kids were very badly dressed, due to yet another funds crisis in Social Services. Anyone who had an appointment or interview had to ask in advance and some clean tidy clothes would be found, but these had to be handed back afterwards. It was a very oppressive regime. But what in fact was happening was that people who needed clean, tidy clothes had to go to the back of the queue and people who didn’t need them for an interview or appointment was given them instead. And those who received the clean clothes became members of the oppressive regime, kicking down the others in the home. It was just like life in the European Union.

Once I was up and about, I went for breakfast and then went out for my Sunday baguette and raisin rolls, and I even treated myself to a second coffee to go with the raisin rolls. And how nice that all was too.

During the day, I did next-to-nothing, taking it easy. In fact, the only excitement that I had was making my lunchtime butty. As for catching up with my sleep, I just had a couple of five-minute sessions here and there.

This evening I went for a long walk. I’d seen a pizza place away in the distance and seeing as how Sunday is pizza night, I went off to investigate. But it was more of a restaurant than a take-away place and this was reflected in the prices. I’m running out of money until I can get to a bank (cash isn’t necessary in Belgium – cards are accepted everywhere and there is no minimum spend that I have seen) so I abandoned that idea and headed off back into town to my usual pizza takeaway.

When I arrived back here, I noticed that I was a little short of breath but I didn’t have any discomfort. I was impressed with how I’d managed my walk tonight – this was much more like things ought to be, although it’s taken ages to get up to this state after my chemotherapy.

The downside is that I’m going back next weekend for more chemo and so I’ll be back to square one again, just after I’ve been feeling so good (well, comparatively). But this is going to be a regular occurrence so I might just as well get used to it.

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Monday 10th March 2014 – THIS HAS ALWAYS BEEN THE MOST FAMOUS …

aerial view of rennes le chateau from chateau de le bezu aude france… view of Rennes-le-Chateau. It features in almost every book and article written about the place, and many people, including Yours Truly, have always thought that it was an aerial photograph.

But not any longer, because I can now tell you exactly how it was done and being airborne plays absolutely no part whatever in the procedure


rennes les bains cardou chateau de le bezu aude france
Probably about 7 or 8 miles from here as the crow flies (those buildings at the bottom centre of the shot, just below Cardou, are the Thermal Spa buildings here at Rennes les Bains) but a heck of a lot further away by road, that’s for sure, is a very high rocky crag.

On this crag are situated the ruins of the Chateau de Le Bezu, and it is from right up here on the top, overlooking the sheer drop of several hundred metres, that the photograph of Rennes-le-Chateau has been taken.


cart tracks to chateau de le bezu aude france
But before you begin to set off here in droves, let me give you a couple of words of warning. There is not one single signpost to the Chateau from anywhere. There is no approved rounte and no marked pathway.

Even the Lady Who Lives In The Satnav tells me that there’s no road that goes anywhere near it. I found my way by tapping in the co-ordinates of Longitude and Latitude and following a series of cart tracks by trial end error until I could go no further.


stonework ruins amongst the limestone outcrops chateau de le bezu aude franceHere, I was able just about to make out some stone blocks interwoven between the limestone outcrops (good job I had some binoculars) and so I reckoned that I could well be onto something here.

While I was reflecting over how I was going to reach the top I was joined by another van-driver. I fell in with him and we immediately started talking solar panels as his van was fitted out exactly as Caliburn, even down to the solar panel on the roof and the control boxes.


strange man with peugeot boxer and solar panel chateau de le bezu aude franceHe’s a local yokel (and a very vocal local yokel too) and he’s been up here beffore and so knows the way. And very kindly, he offered to accompany me to the top so that I wouldn’t lose myself in the shrubbery.

Fortune really does smile on the brave!


chateau de le bezu aude franceNow, I’m not going to tell you anything much about the Chateau as this is yet another place that has been the subect of so much nonsense. I’ve even seen two completely different and contradictory “official histories” of the chateau.

You can do your own research from that point of view, and good luck to you too.


Let me just tell you this, though.
pyrenees chateau de le bezu aude franceThere is a best-selling “conspiracy theory” book that speaks about the Castle in great detail, and the authors express total bewilderment as to why a castle should be built here on this site when there were several others doing the same job in the immediate vicinity.

Anyway, I have an answer to that too


peak of mount bugarach chateau de le bezu aude franceWhile you look at the peak of Mount Bugarach, where the world was supposed to end in 2012 if you remember correctly, you’ll notice to the extreme left another peak in the far distance.

Just beyond that peak is the Mediterranean and the port of Narbonne, and Narbonne has until very modern times been the leading port of Southern France and Northern Spain (remember until the late 15th Century the Muslems were in possession of much of the Spanish coast).

I counted three mountain passes coming this way from Narbonne, one heading off to the interior and two heading south towards the Pyrenees and Spain. Just think of all the trade goods that would be coming by these passes into this area for onward passage avoiding the Moorish galleys, and what would be the value of these goods?

Any nobleman bent on increasing his wealth (and many of these noblemen were as bent as they come) would stick a castle right on this promontory so that he could intercept the pack trains coming through the passes and demand his toll.

And the reason why the castle wasn’t immediately destroyed once it had been captured during the many times that it changed hands was because the new owner wanted it intact for exactly that purpose.


grave abbe henri boudet axat aude franceI went to Axat later to find the grave of the enigmatic Abbé Henri Boudet, one of Saunière’s closest confidants.

Here it is, and this is another so-called riddle for which there is a simple explanation.

So with him being priest at Rennes les Bains and with his mother and sister being buried there, how come he wasn’t?

The answer to that is that his mother and sister predeceased him and so he was alone. And we saw yesterday that e relinquished his living in 1914 and here on the grave, it has him dying in (March) 1915. It seems, from what I have been able to find out, that he was dying of cancer and it was probably that which caused him to abandon his post. Of course, he had no-one to care for him there but at Axat, his brother’s widowed wife was still alive and quite young too, so it is very likely that he moved to Axat so that she might care for him.

And so he died at Axat (it says that on the flat headstone) and having seen the road between Axat and Rennes-les-Bains today (and it’s more than double the 15kms that a modern best-selling author tells us) and what it is like to travel along it in certain places, I shudder to think of what it might have been like 100 years ago. No wonder they left him here at Axat.


calvaire statue of Jesus antugnac franceJust a couple more things to do.

We are told that there is a statue of Jesus on a mountain top near Antugnac gazing over to his burial place at Cardou. No co-ordinates were given for this statue so it took some locating but eventually I discovered it.

Today though, he’s looking over at a brand-new villa because they have built a housing estate around him. And he couldn’t have seen Cardou anyway as there is an outlying ridge in the way that just about obscures the perspective.

A lot has been made about the two figure eights in the date on the cross – how they are formed of two small, letter ‘o’s. Clearly the propagators of this particular theory have never seen the Visigoth column in the Church of Mary Magdelene at Rennes le Chateau that we saw the other day. On there, the figure eight in the “Mission 1891” is exactly the same and they made no theory about that. It is in fact standard mason practice and you see it everywhere. It’s just that some masons are better than others.

As an aside – who says that the statue is of Jesus anyway? There’s no identification at all on the statue.


berenger sauniere church antugnac aude france
Sauniere was for a while the priest of Antugnac and so I went for a quick look at the church there.

Not much to see as it has escaped the enlargement processes so common elsewhere, but you can see at least three different styles of stonework in its construction, two of them being quite low down. The earliest stonework looks quite primitive but I wouldn’t like to hazard a date or period.


cross overlooking montazels rennes le chateau aude france
Still five minutes before dark, so a quick nip up to Montazels which was where Sauniere was born.

But here’s another conspiracy theory that everuone else has missed. High on the hills overlooking the town is an old weather-worn cross. And that is lined up absolutely and plumb-perpendicularly (I’m glad that I brought my home-made groma with me – that course in Roman surveying was magnificent) with Rennes-le-Chateau.

So what’s the reason for this please. Answers on a postcard to …

vegetarian pizza couiza aude france
And I also found the world’s most astonishing vegetarian pizza while I was passing through Couiza. What can I say?

And we had another sales enquiry today. It’s all happening, isn’t it? Signwriting Caliburn pays dividends in spades.

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Saturday 3rd November 2012 – I’M NOT HERE.

Well, not all here anyway, and that shouldn’t surprise anyone, should it?

premiere classe hotel clermont ferrand puy de dome franceI’m in one of these cheap unit-hotels in Clermont Ferrand, having a weekend away from home.

There is in fact a very good reason for this.

This evening FC Pionsat St Hilaire’s 1st XI have a night match at Ceyrat, way out the other side of Clermont-Ferrand.

And I can’t believe that I’ve never been to a Pionsat night match away from home.

Tomorrow, the 2nd XI have an away match early afternoon at Miremont, just outside the north side of the city.

Seeing as it’s almost 100kms back home and then back 80kms at lunchtime tomorrow, it was hardly worth going home. And a little break would do me a world of good too.

So just by way of a change, I set out this morning to visit all of the shops at Mozac, the big shopping centre outside Riom.

It’s nothing special compared to Montlucon, but it’s different and at least all of the shops are right next to each other and not scattered across the town.

My luck was well and truly in too. There’s a bankrupt-stock kind of shop there and I found exactly the wire netting that I need to make my bean and pea frames, after all this time of looking.

And I also found a set of three decent tyre levers. I only have small ones for things like wheelbarrows and pushbikes, nothing suitable for motorbikes and cars.

The NOZ though is much smaller but they did have a decent selection of DVDs and so I treated myself to 5 for these long winter nights. At €1:95 each it’s cheaper than the cinema.

fcpsh fc pionsat st hilaire football espoirs ceyratois puy de dome franceAt the football, FC Pionsat St Hilaire could only muster a scratch team – it’s not easy travelling all the way down to Ceyrat for a 20:00 kick-off if you’ve been working until 19:00.

As for the game, there is no denying that the Espoirs Ceyratois were technically a much better side.

However FC Pionsat St Hilaire rode their luck, especially with François brilliantly saving a penalty late in the game.

fcpsh fc pionsat st hilaire football espoirs ceyratois puy de dome franceBut the team hung on and the score ended up a lucky 2-2 draw. And they all count as we know.

What was even more interesting was that I was not the only supporter to have come to cheer on FCPSH. A couple from Riom who have a weekend cottage in Pionsat and who attend almost all of the home games were here too to follow the team.

This is becoming infectious, isn’t it?

Finding food was the next difficulty. I cant believe that even in Clermont-Ferrand everything closes at 22:30. I had to drive for miles until I found something.

Eventually though I did manage to persuade someone to rustle up a vegan pizza and now I’m sitting here and eating it.

Then I’m off to bed.

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Saturday 13th October 2012 – I DIDN’T MANAGE …

… my quiet day at home today. It all went wrong from the very beginning.

The boulangère forgot to come this morning so in one swell foop I’ve gone from having far too much bread to not having enough.

That prompted a quick visit into Pionsat to stock up with bread, and to hope that the boulangère remembers me on Tuesday

Anyway, despite being considerably sidetracked all throughout today what with one thing and another, I managed to finish the Additional Notes for the radio programmes for the month of November.

With the Rock Programme notes already completed, I just need to choose a main text for the November programmes. There’s probably enough in the pipeline already actually but it’s as well to be sure. And when that’s completed I can start writing the Christmas Special

As there was no football tonight, I had a little pause and watched a football match on the computer. Now, Oldham Athletic? Isn’t that another good oxymoron? It’s almost as good as British Intelligence or Government Service.

However, not to be outdone, surfing the internet I discovered that the football in the Creuse is organised slightly differently than in the Auvergne, and there are league matches this weekend, not Cup matches.

And if that wasn’t enough, Auzance’s 2nd XI was at home against Dontreix-Chard in the 3rd Division.

It’s probably 15 years since I’ve been to Auzances and seeing as I think that I should get out more often (a sentiment with which many regular readers of this rubbish will agree) I set off into the unknown.

auzances football dontreix chard creuse franceQuite a charming stadium in a nice urban setting, in what looked as if it might at one time have been an old quarry.

But the match itself was total rubbish. Dontreix-Chard were awful, but Auzances were even worse.

Even FC Pionsat St Hilaire’s 3rd Xi could have taken on both of these teams simultaneously and held their own – and everyone else’s too – quite comfortably, I reckon.

auzances football dontreix chard creuse france4-2 it finished to Dontreix, and the big mystery was how come Dontreix-Chard managed to let Auzances score twice.

Dontreix-Chard’s fourth goal was a calamity that came out of absolutely nowhere.

3-2 down in the dying minutes and having Dontreix-Chard (surprisingly) under the cosh, Auzances win a corner. It’s everyone forward, and even the Auzances goalkeeper decides to go up.

However, as he is about three-quarters of the way upfield, his team-mates take the kick, not having seen him advancing.

The Dontreix players have seen him though, and when they win possession it’s the long ball right upfield over the Auzances keeper’s head, and Goodnight Vienna.

The Auzances keeper throws down his gloves and storms off the field – “I’m not playing with you guys any more”. Reminded me of Roxanne at Primary School when she was about 7 or 8.

There’s a pizzeria right next to the ground, and so I treated myself to a take-away – second weekend in succession after all of these years of doing without. After all, it’s a 35-minute drive back home and who feels like cooking at 22:45?

And a nice pizza it was too, especially the spicy oil dressing

But never mind the Combrailles – how about the Creuse for The Land That Time Forgot? On the D988 out of Pionsat through St Hilaire and St Maurice près Pionsat, it’s a nice two-lane blacktop with clear white lines – a reasonably fast road considering the terrain.

But cross over the border into the Creuze – it’s like the lane up to my house from the bottom road. Narrow, grey gravel, no centre markings, potholes and patches.

It’s a whole world of difference. It’s just like turning the clock back 25 years, which is astonishing considering that here in the Combrailles we are 100 years behind the times.  

I forgot to mention that I put out the washing today to let it dry off, and this time I did bring it in before I went out. What has reminded me of this is that it has just this second started to rain.

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Saturday 4th June 2011 – HAVING ORGANISED …

… most things around here, I’m moving on tonight.

Last night I slept in comfort and tranquility on the fishermen’s car part at the back of Moston near Sandbach. If there’s no night-fishing going on, that can be a nice peaceful spot, as indeed it was last night.

There was tons of work to attend to today – all kinds of paperwork that I had been letting go which needed bringing up-to-date.

There was also some stuff that I needed to check up with on the internet and so that involved removing myself down to Sandbach Services, for whose assistance I have long been grateful.

For lunch I nipped into the supermarket in Sandbach – a Waitrose, would you believe – to pick up some stuff and then went and found a quiet corner in which to eat it.

Later that afternoon I went back into Crewe. It was probably 20 years or something like that since I’ve seen Cassie, Joanie and Malcolm. it was only meant to be a brief one-hour visit but we had so much to say that it was gone 20:00 by the time I left.

That took me round to Congleton and Caroline’s to rescue Strawberry Moose after all of his adventures in North America, and we all went out for a pizza, a coffee and a good chat too.

Dropping Caroline off, I hit the road for the North.

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