Oh, what a wonderful life.
People often ask me what do I do living alone in the country and why have I come to live in Brittany. I can answer honestly by just describing the last few days no matter when I am asked. For example the reason I haven't written anything in this blog lately is because I have been so busy.
I could describe the whole of last week but not wanting to bore I will relate events of last weekend. It was jam packed. Friday morning I managed to squeeze in a couple of hours of gardening as well as freezing beans that I had been given and stewing apples also given. The afternoon saw me visiting the farm to help out a neighbour who wanted me to translate in the negotiation of a purchase. She wanted to buy some oak beams and also a huge root for her garden.
I then grabbed an hours rest because it was baking hot and I had to find enough energy to attend diner at a friend's house. I knew it would be difficult to leave the table before midnight as French meals usually take five hours. And this one did too.
Saturday morning I was on duty in the library and there was no time to go home to eat before going to the Forum des Associations (more of which later). Fortunately there was restauration sur place so I bought some chips and set up the stall with the help of two friends.
We packed up early so as to rest for an hour and eat before meeting again to go to the evening event which was a Fest Noz.
I drove fifteen miles or so following a brilliant half moon in a sky of a million stars. I didn't meet any other vehicle on the road. Unusually at these events I parked easily. I could hear the music as soon as I opened the car door. The exhaustion immediately left my body and I rushed round the church paid my six euros and was on the dance floor in seconds.
The rickety boarded dance floor was laid within sight of the illuminated church steeple and in the middle of a wooded area. Lights were strung around the trees complimenting the stars. I joined in the circle of two hundred or so dancers. My linked arms connected me to the magic and my feet found the steps and my body was lifted by the energy of the music which carried me like a vehicle for three hours to its rhythm.
I looked up at the half moon through the trees and I knew why I was here.
I could describe the whole of last week but not wanting to bore I will relate events of last weekend. It was jam packed. Friday morning I managed to squeeze in a couple of hours of gardening as well as freezing beans that I had been given and stewing apples also given. The afternoon saw me visiting the farm to help out a neighbour who wanted me to translate in the negotiation of a purchase. She wanted to buy some oak beams and also a huge root for her garden.
I then grabbed an hours rest because it was baking hot and I had to find enough energy to attend diner at a friend's house. I knew it would be difficult to leave the table before midnight as French meals usually take five hours. And this one did too.
Saturday morning I was on duty in the library and there was no time to go home to eat before going to the Forum des Associations (more of which later). Fortunately there was restauration sur place so I bought some chips and set up the stall with the help of two friends.
We packed up early so as to rest for an hour and eat before meeting again to go to the evening event which was a Fest Noz.
I drove fifteen miles or so following a brilliant half moon in a sky of a million stars. I didn't meet any other vehicle on the road. Unusually at these events I parked easily. I could hear the music as soon as I opened the car door. The exhaustion immediately left my body and I rushed round the church paid my six euros and was on the dance floor in seconds.
The rickety boarded dance floor was laid within sight of the illuminated church steeple and in the middle of a wooded area. Lights were strung around the trees complimenting the stars. I joined in the circle of two hundred or so dancers. My linked arms connected me to the magic and my feet found the steps and my body was lifted by the energy of the music which carried me like a vehicle for three hours to its rhythm.
I looked up at the half moon through the trees and I knew why I was here.
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