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Wednesday 14th May 2014 – ISN’T IT JUST LIKE HOME?

overnight parking spot caliburn hanging cloud clamecy franceHere I am at one of my regular overnight specs at Clamecy and I woke up this morning to find ourselves (well, myself, for I was alone here apart from Strawberry Moose) swathed in a hanging cloud. It’s just typical of my adventures.

All I need now is a snowstorm and I will be fine.

In the night, though, I was in prison. I’m not sure why but anyway there I was. And it was something of an Open prison too for we were allowed out without surveillance to go to operas and dinners and so on. Bizarre. And then we learnt that Prince Harry had died – quite gruesomely it appeared, blown up in some kind of terrorist attack.

historic clamecy franceFirst stop on our travels this morning was the town of Clamecy. That’s always been one of my favourites – a real medieval planned town that was a nightmare to drive around before they put in the by-pass 12 or so years ago.

I had a good hour there for a good explore around and I have to say that it lived up to my expectations in every respect. I wasn’t disappointed at all.

historic clamecy franceThe only downside of my visit was that I’d picked one of the two days when they were digging up some of the streets to replace the electric cables. Almost every photograph has a couple of workmen and a pile of building materials in it.

Such is life.

medieval varzy franceVarzy is the next town along the road. There’s a by-pass of sorts here, with several sharp turns in it that are quite challenging to a modern lorry, that is shown on a map of the area that I have that was dated from the 1930s.

It was therefore no surprise for me to find another one of these quiet, abandoned Medieval towns off the beaten track.

medieval varzy franceThere’s much more to Varzy too than you would think at first glance and I spent a good hour or so here prowling around.

There wasn’t however anything particular to discover although I did make a little comment to myself that I don’t think that I have seen so many cats in one place than I have here. There was even one on the roof of an abandoned building.

After lunch I carried on along the road and discovered a ruined chateau, a neolithic hill fort with the remains of a medieval castle therein and a few other things like that, and this brought me to the town of Prémery.

chateau premery franceThat’s another town that has been by-passed a good while ago although the main road through it is certainly not as tight as many other places that have to date been overlooked.

Prémery has always been a town that has aroused my curiosity although, now having visited it, I can’t see why because there is nothing special of any note. It has a medieval chateau but then so do many other towns.

chateau guerigny franceThe chateau at Guérigny is a little different however. That was built at the time of the Renaissance by the looks of things and by the time that the Revolution put an end to things like this, it still hadn’t been finished. It became the offices for the iron and steel foundry in the town – a foundry that was contracted to the French Navy to supply all of the ironwork, including anchors and the like, for the ships.

The foundry closed down in 1971 and now the chateau is abandoned and overgrown.

Here, the rain that had been threatening for much of the afternoon finally burst into action and for about 45 minutes moving around was impossible. I managed however to fit in a couple of other things and was finally back home by 20:00 this evening – a day or so ahead of schedule.

And, as Golden Earring once famously said, “it’s good to be Back Home”

Thursday 22nd December 2011 – NOW HERE’S A THING!

And this isn’t something that happens every day, is it? And it was so astonishing that it deserves to be reported.

As Caliburn and I roared up the steep winding hills around Clamecy in the early morning mist and rain, a French lorry actually pulled over into a lay-by to let us fly past. That has never happened before and it won’t ever happen again

I was right about the night though. It was most uncomfortable and I tossed and turned for practically all of it. I don’t think that I had much in the way of sleep at all.

It was probably well that I made an early start because I wasn’t going to be doing much else. And the coffee in the flask from yesterday was barely warm. That kind of thing won’t put me in the best of humours either.

On we shot to Brussels, and apart from our lorry-driver friend, the trip was fairly uneventful – that is, until I reached Charleroi.

I’m now in Brussels with a hiccupy Caliburn because, having been distracted for a few moments, I ended up putting a few litres of petrol into him by mistake in Charleroi before I realised.

It’s the ethanol-based fuel that has the yellow handle, not the diesel fuel in Belgium so I hope he won’t have too many ill effects.

Arriving at Marianne’s, I had a steaming mug of coffee thrust into my freezing cold mitt and that made me feel a lot better.

Wednesday 21st December 2011 – I DIDN’T GET …

… my rice pudding for tea.

In fact, I was far too busy.

We had 25.5mm of rain throughout the day and during that time I was refitting the temporary roof back on the lean-to. I had intended to start to fit the new roof – the next project around here – but with no let-up in the rain, it was a case of doing what I could before I was soaked to the skin.

That took until about 14:00 when the waterproof overall became waterlogged that I couldn’t move in it (and me with a streaming head cold too). And so that was it – I called it a day.

There’s only so much you can do in weather like that if you don’t want to die of pleurisy.

The rest of the stuff from the UK was emptied out of Caliburn and then he was loaded up with the stuff I was taking to Brussels. As you know, I’ve been invited to spend this Christmas away from home and I need to take some stuff with me.

And having organised all of that, to the best of my ability, I came in here, dried off and warmed up in front of the nice hot wood stove until it was time to go.

Luckily I’d fuelled up at the Carrefour in Riom yesterday because I had no intention of leaving Caliburn’s cab in this kind of weather. The rain streamed down all the way without a break.

I made it as far as Varzy where I flaked out at the side of the road. I have a feeling that this is going to be a very uncomfortable night.

Saturday 23rd July 2011 – I’M NOT HERE

Or, at least, I won’t be by the time that many of you read this – although most of you have been saying that I haven’t been all here for quite a long time.

No – I’m on my way to Brussels for what may well be, if it comes off, the defining moment in all of my efforts.

If you have been following my exploits you will know that I own what was formerly a pretty derelict apartment there, one that I bought as an investment and in which I lived in a form of camping-out style for a while.

Over the winter, as you know, my friends Liz and Terry helped me work finish the work (or they might well say that what actually happened was that I got in the way of them finishing off the work) and it was put up for sale. A buyer was quickly found, and the sale is planned to be completed on Monday.

That means that all of my hard work and effort over all of these past 32 years has finally borne fruit. While most of my friends were out living the high life, I was investing my cash in property with just this moment in mind, and I know in whose shoes I would rather be today.

But that is or course always assuming that it does in fact sell – never be sure of the bird on your plate until you have your fork stuck in it.

Mind you, assuming that it does, I can cancel piles of Standing Orders at the bank and that will free up another pile of cash each month and then I need to book my air ticket to Canada because Strawberry Moose and I are going to have a holiday.

You might remember that I bought some land over there, and we are going to buy a mobile home to put on it and we are going to install ourselves there for a month. And why not? We deserve it.

Having recorded our outstanding radio programme yesterday (that was really all that I did) everything else has been done.

We had another excellent drive and I was here in Brussels after just 8 hours and 30 minutes on the road – and that includes stopping to eat a pizza and to fuel up. That’s pretty impressive too, coming the “old way” via Auxerre, Troyes and CHalons-en-Champagne which, no matter what they call it these days, will always be knwwn by me as Chalons-sur-Marne.

rainbow varzy franceAnd I wasn’t alone either during the route – and I’m not referring to Strawberry Moose. Somewhere on the road between Nevers and Varzy this absolutely beautiful rainbow suddenly appeared.

It’s the kind of thing that makes you pull over to the side of the road and take a photograph – that is, if you weren’t in a hurry. And even if you are in a hurry you can take a photograph anyway, especially when there’s no-one else about.

It’s not very often that you can see them so clearly and distinctly, and it’s even rarer that they come out well in a photograph.

And they weren’t the only stops that I made either.

Along the route between Chalons-sur-Marne and Charleville-Mezieres my path takes me over an escarpment that was the scene of very bitter fighting during World-War I and the area is littered with old remains and the vestiges of abandoned trenches and the like.

ossuare de navarin marne battlefield france And we go past the Ossuary of Navarin. This is a memorial to the French soldiers who died in the various Battles of the Marne which took place around here and is where they keep the bones of soldiers discovered in more recent times.

Designed by Maxime Real del Sarte, it’s also a memorial to Quentin Roosevelt, son of the President Theodore Roosevelt (he of the “teddy bear” fame) who was killed in the vicinity. Last night was the first time that I had ever seen it illuminated and so it had to be worth a photograph.

As an aside, it’s also where the body of General Henri Joseph Eugène Gouraud lies. He led the soldiers here during the later period of the Battle of the Marne, having already lost an arm in the Dardanelles. When his weill was read, it was found that he had eschewed the traditional tomb in the Invalides Cemetery given to all heroes of the French Army, and expressed a wish to be buried in the Ossuary “alongside all of my soldiers who were more like friends to me”.