Circuit of Not My Sweety

This blog shouldn’t just be called “Life in France,” it should be “Over 60s Life in France” or “France for the Aged”.  I was just wishing we could sleep all night and remembered my mother making similar complaints as she got older.  We rarely wake up simultaneously but take it in turns to be awake and shuffling or fidgeting during the night and then we’re dropping asleep on the settee by 9 or 10.  Last night was a bit better as we forced ourselves to stay awake till nearly midnight.

 

 

There’s a great walk round the back of Excideuil called Boucle de Pas de Ma Mignonne, which seems to translate as Circuit of Not My Sweety.  (Anyone with better French reading this is welcome to correct me).  It takes about 2 hours and goes past some very old caves claimed to have been the home of people thousands of years ago and of bears before that.   Of course it’s always possible that the bears came afterwards and munched the people up but it’s hard to tell.   

 

 

 

It’s a really good walk – there are fields and rivers to cross as well as the caves.  Dolly and I set out yesterday and had been going for about half an hour and got as far as the caves when it started hailing of all things.  Neither of us liked it.  Dolly headed for shelter under a rocky outcrop.  She’s sometimes a very sensible dog.  We both waited a bit, hoping for better weather, but the hail turned to some harsh rain and we decided to abandon the rest of the walk and get back to the car – which still took us another half hour.              

 

 

The armoire arrived today.  Mike and Karl went to get it from Perigueux and Karl handed it in through the window bit by bit. 

 

 

 

 

It’s a very splendid thing and it’s good to know we have somewhere to hang our long coats, which have been clinging to the back of bedroom doors when not needed.