Monday, 16 October 2023

Rémuzat Etc

Rémuzat

It didn’t take me long to lose my «crown» at the Rémuzat boules tournament. I lost my first game and to win the tournament you have to win every game and by a larger margin than anybody else. In retrospect I’m slightly amazed that I managed it last year. But the few days there were enjoyable nonetheless. On a free day friends Michel and Chantal took me up to a point 2500 metres in the hills where we could see the eagles and vultures at close hand (photo below). Vultures really are huge birds and I hadn’t realised that they can’t get airborne without some assistance from warm updrafts of air. So they don’t appear in the sky until around midday in the autumn. I’ve no idea what they do in winter; presumably they just scramble around.




Gardening

The autumn weather has been very good so far, sunshine for most of the day and cool but not cold evenings. We’ve had no rain so I’ve had to continue watering although the daytime heat is not enough for the ground to lose much water. The pots front and back still have some colour, a bit more than usual as I’ve favoured plants this year that don’t require too much water and continue blooming later. So I still have oleanders, sages and the ageranthemum by my front door that the postmistress has to peer through to see my letter box in bloom (photo).

The allotment has been a bit disappointing in terms of volume as the other gardeners have found so at least I know it’s not just me. However I have had sweet corn, onions, aubergines, chillies and beetroot and the tomatoes and French beans have been prolific and still are. I’ve sown some turnip seed and planted cabbages and leeks so there will be something to come through the winter.



Scotland

At the end of the week I’m off to spend my birthday in Scotland with Natalie and family. Friends Claudine and Jacques have kindly offered to take me to and from Marseilles airport. I’ll take olives, olive oil and a donkey or boar sausage for Natalie and “langues de chat” biscuits for Eilidh, which she loves, plus some lavender essence for presents for whoever. On leaving Scotland I’ll go down to see lifelong friends Steve and Jo who have now moved back to the UK permanently. And then I shall go further down to Reading to see friend Mairwen and do some shopping to bring back. My friend Margaret can’t put me up in London this year and London hotel prices require a bank loan so I’ll skip London. It’s a trip that I am very much looking forward to. All the logistics along the way are pre-booked but “man proposes and….”.


 

Immigration

A little while ago I did a post on immigration. The result was hundreds of hits on this blog. The hits were obviously bots looking for mentions off immigration. Why? The most obvious reason would be to gather evidence to refine messages on the subject. But who was issuing the bots? Since Google stats no longer gives the geographical region from which hits come it’s impossible for me to say. But I wouldn’t be surprised if it was the UK government.


 

Thursday, 27 July 2023

Family Holiday

 

Family Holiday

Natalie, Andy and Eilidh came again this summer, for the last week in June and the first in July, driving down from Scotland. Their old VW van made it all the way until the last few kilometres when it threw a wobbly which the local garage managed to fix in time for their return. They stayed, as before, at the gite 100 yards down the road so that they could have a swimming pool. 


 

Eilidh’s priorities for the holiday were the swimmig, seeing Mimi the cat, going to the market in Buis and getting a lollipop at the baker’s ( and seeing Papi of course).

They came to my allotment but there was nothing to take back this year, vegetables being 2-3 weeks behind where they were last year, so Eilidh helped with the watering. As last year, they came to my house each morning and we went to the Bar du Pont for breakfast (and Eilidh’s lollipop). Then itwas just a question of deciding what to do with the day. The weather wasn’t s hot as last year but quite hot and sunny enough so the pool got plenty of use.


 

 


At the Bar du Pont we bumped into Josephine. Josephine contacted me last year offering to help with the English conversation classes I give here (she has an EFL qualification) and was with her husband and two small children, Cecilia and Jay. Cecilia is just a year younger than Eilidh and the two got on like a house on fire so we went to Josephine’s house for extended aperitifs and, later, had a picnic beside the Toulourenc river together. Maybe Eilidh and Cecilia will become pen pals; their friendship certainly enhanced Eilidh’s holiday.

Andy hired an electric bike as usual but didn’t cycle up Mt Ventoux this year. He did though decide that he and Eilidh would cycle to the picnic by the Toulourenc, some 4.5 kms and Eilidh made the ride triumphantly on her bike. We also spent several pleasant evenings at the Bar du Pont eating pizza, mussels and chips and pancakes.



 


Life-long friends Steve nd Jo were on the brink of returning to the UK permanently and so invited us to a meal together at the Bar du Pont (photo below). I shall miss their company and our meals together, particularly in the winter when activities are scarce.


 

So once again we had a great time together doing nothing of particular note but relaxing and enjoying every minute of it.

Tuesday, 11 July 2023

IMMIGRATION

 

Immigration

It’s time the British grew up about immigration (among other things like nationalism, sovereignty, public ownership and taxes, for instance).

If no politician has the guts to say that Britain needs immigration, badly, let me state the obvious. In common with all developed European nations, Britain has an aging population and declining birth rate among nationals. Britain is in reality in competition with other developed European nations for the most capable of immigrants; it needs to be attractive to those people. So a determined anti-immigration policy is not a great start, is it. Of course, some might object, the most capable can come in but that assumes a queue of them waiting to do that and a screening system to sort the wheat from the chaff and there is no evidence of either. As Sunak himself admitted a year ago, the UK approach to immigration is «broken» (his word).

So what bout the small boats and number of would-be immigrants, of unknown and various capability arriving that way? Well several other European countries with fewer resources receive more, even if they don’t all arrive in small boats, and manage to cope. So what is the big issue?

The answer, in the UK, would seem to be that making that a big issue of small boat arrivals deflects attention from much more important issues that the british are experiencing the effects of, on health care, cost of livig, degraded public services generally and very low economic growth in relation to their peers.

It's time for the British public to wise up and man up. Failure to do so will see the British choosing between unicorns offered by politicians at the next general election, the same unicorns that gave it Brexit. It's time for Britain to discover, accept and face reality

Saturday, 17 June 2023

Another Letter On The French: Government

Government And Administration

There are obvious differences between the two countries in terms of procedure but also differences in approach and culture that can be easily discerned. The most glaringly obvious is that England is a constitutional monarchy and France a republic. In England the monarch is little more than a figurehead; in France the President has significant power. England has a first-past-the-post electoral system, France has multi-round voting. A common English misconception is that France relies on proportional representation but this in fact plays a very minor role in the French electoral system. Those are major differences but their necessary consequences are far from obvious. So let’s dig a little deeper.

Disagreements occur in all cultures but one in England might result in a letter to The Times whilst one in France is more likely to result in a pile of cauliflowers dumped in front of a Mairie or a blockade of a motorway. If the French are unhappy with the government they will generally make that clear in rather less gentlemanly ways than the English. The French know what a revolution can achieve and they are not about to let a government forget it.

I have often wondered how the French can be both bureaucratic and anarchic at the same time but somehow they manage it. Some friends of mine, applying successfully for a carte de séjour, were told by the civil servant involved: now you have a file; in France, if you have no file you don’t exist. In England, if the government has a file on you are probably a criminal or a suspected terrorist. In England, the letter of the law is the law (before Boris Johnson arrived on the scene). In France…….I wanted to plant some flowers opposite my house, across the road, between two trees, but it meant digging up the hard core at the roadside. I asked my neighbours whether I should ask the Mairie for permission to do this and they all said: No, you will never get permission. But we all love the idea so just do it, move the bench from further down the road to between the two trees so that cars can’t park there, do it, we all love the idea and so nobody will say anything. In France you need the official documents unless all in your locality like what you are doing, in which case f**k the rules.: It’s a very pragmatic approach to initiatives but also leads to the dreaded “saut du loup”: the occasion on which someone sees an opportunity to get one back on you or achieve something by reporting you to the authorities.

That is mostly at local level and levels matter. At the top level the English tend to pride themselves on being the birthplace (Magna Carta etc) of democracy and the best exponents of it. But are they? The English extol the virtues of their electoral system on the grounds that, if you have complaint against the government you know who to take it to: your MP; the MP is then under an implied threat to lose a vote if he/she doesn’t react appropriately. But how often in practice do people appeal to their MP and how much does an MP care about a single vote?

In France you don’t have that single source for a resolution of your problem but you do have sources, dependent on the level of your complaint. That could be the Mairie, the Communauté de Communes, the Département or the region but the sources are there. It is an English myth that without an MP you don’t have someone to complain to.

Moreover, in an English general election the principle that the political party with the majority of votes, on the basis of one person one vote should win, fails and has done. A majority of voters can vote for the political party that loses the election. In France, it is much more likely that no single party wins power in an election but that some coalition takes power. In England a coalition government is often regarded as a failure of the election or the political parties involved, possibly leading to dreaded political/economic instability and stalemate on decision-making. in France it is simply a reflection of the mood of the country and has few other connotations. Coalitions are accepted as normal. I remember a time in the 1960s/1970s when Belgium was ridiculed in the English press because the Belgian government seemed to change coalitions about every six months. Yet over the same period the Belgian economy outstripped that of England by a very considerable margin.

Democracy and its consequences is not all about one person one vote; indeed, in respect of other requisites in terms of independence of and respect for the judiciary, respect for independent sources of information and individual rights England currently does not show up well. In England with its first past the post system, if you vote for a losing candidate your vote is totally discounted. In France’s multi-round system, your vote is still counted if your favoured candidate loses the first round and may be important in the next round.

Within all this is the cost of administration, which must be paid for one way or another by the inhabitants of the country, the so- called tax burden. In very general terms the more granular an administration, the more layers of administration, the better it can serve local needs but the greater the cost. I don’t have figures but the tax burden seems obviously greater in France than in England. This begs two important questions: on whom, proportionately does the tax burden fall and whom, proportionately, does it benefit?

Several more differences come to mind. In England there is a strict separation of the military from the police, the former being under the control of the Ministry of Defence and the latter under the Home Office. In France the gendarmerie and the CRS have both civil and military roles. The judiciary as well as the legal codes differ. I don’t intend to go into the differences in legal code but it is worth noting that neither side in judicial disputes in England has responsibility for establishing the truth. Rather, cases are fought in a manner analogous to former duels but with words as weapons. In France an investigating magistrate is appointed with the specific responsibility of establishing the truth.

As a final point, a point that is also discussed in the letter on business, there is also the question of which services/businesses should be run by the government and which run by private organisations. At the moment the tendency in England is towards privatising almost everything that can be privatised. In France there is much more inclination to have many services/businesses run or at least tightly controlled by the state. Over the past several decades England has tended to favour private enterprise over state ownership or control. There has been little movement in this direction in France over the same period.


 

Sunday, 11 June 2023

Style And Psychology

Gardening Style

I think I’ve commented before on contrasting gardening styles in England and France, the French preference for geometric patterns and discipline and the English preference for a ùore natural arrangement. One neighbour called my back garden a jungle and another a “ savante désordre”. The difference is just in stylistic appreciation.

The same is true in the allotments. Those French who are taking them seriously have much more orderly arrangements than mine but also much more barren ground. The peasant in me says “but you could grow a a lot more in all that space” despite the fact that we all grow a lot more than we need individually. Nature abhors a vacuum. The French-owned allotments have plants mostly arranged in lines and wide apart while I tend to plant in clumps and, if a useful plant, aflower or vegetable, sprouts somewhere I haven’t planted it, I leave it to grow there. Poppies have sprouted in various places from the seeds I gathered and scattered last year, as also have a couple of Californian poppies. In amongst the rows of potatoes I planted I have sunflowers, borage and lettuces growing from seeds self-sown from last year. Does it matter, does it offend? I don’t know but I can foresee some exchange of views ahead. Rather smugly I think that I will have a greater variety of plants in my allotment than anyone else. But does that matter? It’s simply a question of point of view and aesthetic appreciation. Whatever our points of view we’ll all get some satisfaction from our efforts and more vegetables than we need. I give my excess to friends and to the Bar du Pont for whoever wants it. I grow it simply because I like to.

Water

Water, water, everywhere and not a drop to drink…..”. Well we do have drinking water but also a great deal more, which is unusual in these parts at this time of the year. The weather has been almost tropical, like English April weather on steroids: downpours and hot sunny intervals, frequent storms. It was estimated a few months ago that France needed two months of rain to reach normal levels of precipitation and, though we haven’t had the floods that Italy has I think we are well on the way to achieving that. Last summer we had restrictions on water use and the supply to the wash-house opposite me, which I use to water the plants in front of the house, was cut off. It still hasn’t been restored but I’m hoping that we will soon have enough for that to happen.

Provençal Psychology.

An important part of living here is understanding Provençal psychology. There seems to be a directive that you do not offend anyone if you can help it. So if you ask something of anyone, some kind of service, they do not want to say no; in effect to offend. It could be a routine service, a local plumber, an electrician or whatever but, if they don’t want the job, they will not say no they will simply not turn up when they say they will. So it is important to understand that non-appearance is equivalent to a “no”. In effect you are invited to look elsewhere for a solution to your problem, which obviously you can do. But…...you have to understand that that is the situation, yourself; nobody is going to tell you that that is the reality.

This occurred to me on one one occasion when one regular boules player in the village pissed off all the others and so the others all sought to play elsewhere. My response was to tell the others to tell this player to play elsewhere. But…….this was apparently not possible (I didn’t understand why at the time). Now I know that this would have created offence and that was why it was not possible. The problem resolved itself only when the offending player no longer came to play, because there were no other players to play with. So for a while no boules was played in the village. The message was clear but only implied, not stated. Eventually, when the offending player had understood the message or got frustrated, boules in the village resumed. All things come to those who wait?

 

Monday, 29 May 2023

On Being Franglais

On Being Franglais

Becoming officially both French and English has made me ponder to what extent I am either. The thought has been accentuated by the fact that both of my closest English friends will shortly be joining the general post-Brexit exodus of English people from the area. I shall then be one of only two Brits in the village and the other I hardly know; he doesn’t participate in village life. In most ex-pat communities I have observed, the English remain primarily and essentially English, however they interact with the native population; is that true o me too?

By upbringing I am certainly English. By education I am primarily English but a slight mixture, schooled in England but predominantly studying French. When I was young I didn’t allow foreigners to criticise my country; I had to defend it, a reflection of my nationalist education. Now I dislike all forms of nationalism.

By culture I am a mixture too, enjoying English and French music, films and literature equally. By language I am definitely English; my understanding and mastery of French is good but will never be as good as that of my English. By experience I must definitely be English, having lived over 60 years of my life there, even though I have travelled extensively.

By lifestyle I think I am decidedly more French than English. I particularly love food, wine and humour; someone once wrote that the French at play are a gladdening sight and I would heartily endorse that. Certainly I seem to have avoided the English Calvinist tendencies which seem life-denying to me.

So what is it I most appreciate about each country? I can’t separate the people in general because they are just that: people in general. I also have the problem in making a comparison in that most of my life in England was spent working; I was retired in England for only a few years and decided almost immediately that I wanted then to live in France. So my experience here has been just in retirement. Throughout my life I have had French friends, felt at home in France and empathised with typically French attitudes.

Having decided to live in France, what do I miss about England? There isn’t much. True I would see more of my family if I were in England but they have their own, mostly busy lives,so my contact though more frequent would always be brief and peripheral. We can and do visit one another. In spring I miss the deciduous woods that I loved in England at that time of year and that are not present in my part of France. I also miss uniquely English pubs occasionally and a pint of good bitter but that is about it.

Against that my friends in England were far between and here they are close at hand. Here I experience a strong sense of community, which I value and never experienced in England after my very early years. I’m not sure whether that is a function of living in a small village rather than living in France but one of the most commonly used French words is “solidarité, getting together, supporting one another to achieve things. It reinforces the sense of community.

Politically I am not enamoured of either government though certainly very much less so of the current English one. The French government has lurched to the right following the prevailing trend in Europe but still takes better care of the elderly and those on modest incomes, like me, than does the current English government.

How to sum up? Maybe it is just a matter of attitude and preferences. I certainly believe I am happier now in France now than I would be in England. Whether that makes me more French than English I am not sure. If someone were to ask me whether I was English or French I’m not sure either how I would answer.. Saying Franglais would be a cop out. Maybe I would say that I was not sure but that I was certainly European. That is obvious geographically but to the extent that England has distanced itself from Europe via Brexit it probably makes me more French than English.





 

Monday, 15 May 2023

The Coronation And Gardening

 

The Coronation

Yes, I watched the coronation on TV, or at least a little over an hour of it. I couldn’t be quite as cynical as Private Eye which previewed the event as “man on chair, puts hat on”. I thought the ceremony and views of London and Westminster Abbey would at least be worth it and so they were. I had hoped to see Charles crowned but had been invited to lunch at 1.00 ( CET) and so just missed that. My impressions then are just of what for an hour or so went before.

In truth I found the ceremony rather boringly slow and I really didn’t want to know such details as which trousers Charles was wearing. The gospel singers were an innovation but (cynically) a sop to the black community? There was a reference to “people of all faiths”, an inclusivity, that seemed subsequently drowned out by numerous insistences on protestantism. OK, the Church of England is protestant but is it necessary to ram that down the throats of people of other faiths? How well does that help the delicate situation in Northern Ireland and do we want to feed religious strife?

In all this I wonder about the involvement of various parties, who has the most influence and the final say. The government, the military and the clergy obviously have major roles in the organisation and pageantry of the event, the traditional procedures. But what about, beyond that, the messaging? Sunak was quick to say that the event showed the great in Great Britain but any politician can be expected to put some political spin on the occasion. However I am led to question just how much input the government can have on what is supposed to be very much a non-political occasion. If I’m suspicious it’s because the current government has shown that it has little respect for established standards of parliamentary behaviour and even legality, so what else may it trample on?

Anyway, Charles has been crowned king and I wish him goodwill. A good king is certainly better than a bad one and if he carries out his office as well as his mother he will be judged a good king. Going by his past record, his sympathies would seem to be to the nation’s benefit but whether he will be allowed to express them and whether he can use them to influence the government in his decreed non-political role remains to be seen

Flowers And Vegetables

The weather being particularly clement I have left my bedroom windows open. The honeysuckle rambling outside r immediately took the opportunity to ramble into the room (as in photo) and is now perfuming all the house. It is now in bloom on both sides of the house, top to bottom. The lilac by the front door is in bloom too. The jasmine one floor up has yet to bloom so I’m looking forward to a perfumed summer.



The front of the house is looking good, fully planted and people stopping to take photos, particularly of the Dublin Bay roses on both sides of the road. The one opposite (in photo) has previously been just a bush but seems to have broken through the hard core on the roadise beceause it is now way up the lime tree beside it. I think the front is is largely done, barring renewal of the hanging baskets. The back needs a little attention but is mostly planted with perennials so not much is needed.


A lot of the


allotment is already planted but I have to dig up the remains of the spinach beet from last year and the last few leeks. I’ll hold off on the garlic I planted last autumn for at least another month. Corn, spinach beet and tomato seedlings are on the way but I have yet to get the beans going and will need to repeat the sowing of lettuces and radishes. The potatoes, onions, lettuces, beetroot and herbs already planted are looking healthy.

On the fence around one side of the plot I’ve planted three honeysuckle rooted cuttings, eight forsythia cuttings and four grape vines. Hopefully they will cover the fence next year if not this. The gooseberry and thornless blackberry bushes look healthy and hopefully will deliver in due course. A great deal though will depend on water usage restrictions over the summer.

The mad English gardener, who also plays boules, strikes again! And I have my “crown” at the Rémuzat tournament I won last year to defend in September. So, enough to keep me occupied.