Tuesday, 30 January 2024

Looking To The Year Ahead

 

Looking To The Year Ahead

This is the first year since COVID that the previously traditional crumblies’ lunch has aken place. I’m not sure why the hiatus was so long but crumblies are definitely more at risk from the bug than others. Anyway, it was worth the wait.

We started with some “amuse-gueles” and champagne before the starter of prawns, smoked salmon, ham, pâté and salad. It was almost a meal in itself. The main course was pork cooked in a dark wine sauce with mashed potatoes and an accompanying apricot stuffing. There followed cheeses and a café gourmand with sparkling Clairette. Wine of allvarieties was served throughout the meal by the mayor and village councillors. The meal was free of course. Maybe the idea is to kill off the crumblies through over indulgence.

That was certainly a very good strat to the year. Early this month there will be AGMs for both the gardeners association and the Amitié Mollanaise at which activities for the year will be announceed. AGMs are not generally exciting occasions, far from it, but I look forward to both.

The weather for the last half of January has been surprisingly clement, sunny days with middle of the day temperatures of 12-15 degrees. That has got my green fingers itching but I know I shouldn’t start anything before March. Maybe what I will do is fill some seed trays with compost, put them in the plastic green house and see how they warm up. If they warm up quickly…….?? I still have to do some work on the ground in the allotment. I propose at the moment to turn over just the top 6 inches or so as I don’t want the good material to go too deep. I reckon I can do that in about 4 or 5 sessions. I may buy some cheap compost to go on the top as well, just to improve the texture.

This afternoon I went to Lidl, primarily looking for English bitter which they had sold out of. I’m not sure if they will have any more or whether it was just for Christmas. Supermarkets good are much more seasonal here than in England and not just with perishable goods. I’m not keen on milk chocolate but love dark chocolate truffles to munch while I’m watching football on TV. But you can get them here only around Christmas. I also love kippers but you can’t get them here in winter as you might expect; the fish counters have predominantly shellfish and salmon.

I once met the renowned English judge Lord Denning in February coming out of a taxi that I was about to get into in front of the Grosvenor hotel in London, giggling like a schoolboy. I asked him what the joke was and he said the cabbie had told him that cabbies called the period between the new year and Easter the kipper season; there wasn’t much trade in that period and kippers were all that cabbies could afford to eat.

Anyway, frustrated at not finding any beer my green fingers took hold and I turned to the seed display. I know Lidl keep prices low but I was surprised at how much cheaper their packets of seeds were than in other supermarkets. So………...I bought my supply. That at least stopped the fingers itching for a while. Last year Lidl had a variety of fruit bushes at keen prices and if they have more this year I shall buy more. Fruit bushes don’t need a lot of attention.



Friday, 19 January 2024

Christmas And After

 

Christmas And After

I’ve left it until now to write about the holiday period simply because there si not a lot to write about. Is With many friends absent I spent a relatively quiet but enjoyable time, at friends for Christmas day and with friends at my house the day after. As usual I ate and drank very well.

The weather both leading up to and since the holiday period has been cold but not excessively so with frequent periods of rain. The cold has kept me fron playing boues very much and also deterred me from doing much on the allotment. Just before Christmas I went to help unload a lorry full of good compost which the gardening association had bought, with three barrow loads going on my patch. Since then I’ve spread around 20 kilos of guano on the allotment but that is about all I have done so far. I propose to add some manure but won’t do any sowing or ^planting efore March. Potatoes and onions will be the first to go in.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, there are no flowers at the moment but the narcissi bulbs I planted in the autumn are all showing through and should look good in about a couple of months time.

On the feeding front the village organised an old fogies Christmas lunch a week beforehand which I presumed would replace the one which had been organised in January prior to Covid. But it seems that the later will go ahead as well. The village certainly does not intend its old fogies to die of starvation, whatever else they may die of.

Yesterday evening I went to hear the mayor’s annual summary of the year, which was followed by galettes de roi and champagne. The summary of what has been done and what is in the pipline was unexceptional but the costs proved interesting. For virtually all the projects the mayor listed the cosy to the village and the amounts being subsidised by the region or other bodies. I find this process of various bodies contributing to achieve a project, whether it is maintaining roads, ensuring water supplies or subsidising performances at the open air theatre, laudable and very French. Much more budget is pushed down to local evel than in England. It seems to epitomise the French values of “fraternité” and “solidarité” in action.And so now…..I look forward to the first signs of spring.

Wednesday, 25 October 2023

Birthday and UK Visit

 

Birthday And UK Visit

I spent my birthday in Scotland with Natalie and family and had a great time there. Natalie had bought some good bitter and it was good to have a glass of that hat soon after my arrival on the Friday and a curry in the evening. Curries, fish and chips and sausages and mash (and bacon sandwiches in the morning and pints of bitter to drink) are now my staple diet when I’m in the UK, food that is difficult to find and which I don’t normally want in France; it’s a function of climate. I’m a foodie of a different sort when I’m in the UK .

On the Saturday I got the full birthday treatment: cards and presents in the morning, lunch at a good restaurant and fizz and cake with candles in the evening (photos below). I didn’t want to do anything special for the rest of my stay, just be with the family, do a little shopping and a little gardening and be around the house. It was a very pleasant few days.


 

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 I left Glasgow to go to see Steve and Jo in the house they are renting temporarily in Sywell while awaiting their eventual move to Scotland. It is a lovely, small old house in a quiet close and of course I got to see Tiloup, the dog, and have a love-in with him. Jo gave me a short tour around the area which has attractive countryside, a couple of good pubs and an aerodrome for antique plane enthusiasts. Their initial foray into Scotland to scout the possibilities there was rather a washout, hindered by floods and torrential rain, but they will be back again in the spring. I also met Carl while I was there, who looked much fitter than I have seen him for a while. Four days a week at the gym have put a lot of muscle on him and he seems content with his life in Birmingham.

From Steve and Jo I went to Reading, as my friend Margaret couldn’t put me up in London, and met up with former girlfriend Mairwen. We went for a pub lunch together aand reminisced a bit about old times and friends there. Reading had changed so much in the past 15 years that I found it quite a shock. The old station that I knew so well from frequent commutes to London had become something of a railway palace with two new entrances, six new platforms and a third-storey concourse with shops and cafes. It’s high all-glass frontage now dominates the road infront of it. The centre of the town had changed quite dramatically too with a lot of new building and quite different shops. Department stores it seem are now “out”, nobody wants them or the space is uneconomic and now empty. The smaller shops seemed predominantly food stores, cafes, restaurants or take-aways with a wide variety of food with different national flavours. I found that quite attractive but not so much the method of payment. After my arrival in the UK I had withdrawn a couple of hundred pounds in Sterling but in the event had difficulty spending it. Many of the shops and pubs insisted on payment by card or phone only. Mairwen said that had started in the pandemic, presumably for hygienic reasons, and subsequently continued and intensified. But it came as a shock to me, used to life in a small rural French village.

I found my visit to the UK tiring but very enjoyable; lugging suitcases around is bound to be for someone at my age but I had numerous unsolicited offers of help with them. Whatever is happening politically in the UK the people are still very much OK.




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.