Everything is fried

We survived the village feast and are now looking forward to the Fete Annuelle in Saint-Remy. The Samosas ended up being deep-fried not air-fried and turned out quite acceptably. They were all eaten. The White Chocolate Torte disappeared also.

We have been working on the motorhome in anticipation of a small trip away.

Not much else to report at the moment. 

Experimentation with the Air-fryer continues. I think that I shall start I have started a Page to record notes for future reference. I would very much like to receive comments, tips, hints, recipes and so on if you have any Air-fryer experience to share. Especially if you use it when travelling!

The weather continues to be hot at times, though with some cooler days. The nights seem a little cooler and fresher now so we are managing to catch up on some sleep. Temperatures in the Thirties fry my brain and render me incapable of either thought or action.

Dusty is becoming a troublesome wee chap. He can now get up onto the kitchen worktop without physical aids. He can also walk the tightrope on the bedroom beams.

Recently, at the: Crooked House

Hot, hot, hot

I really am a poor blogger these days, aren’t I? Sorry. The notion that I would keep a Nature Diary here soon fell by the wayside. A pity, that. Perhaps I will try again next year, The thing is, we packed ourselves up and wandered off in the van again and when we came back we were, for various reasons, at a low ebb. Energy has been lacking and especially the mental variety. I amContinue readingHot, hot, hot

B-B-B-B-B-Bovril

B-B-B-B-B-Bovril

Having chosen to live in France, I try hard to live French. I really do not want to be that Brit – the one that moans how they can’t get such-and such in France or that some-other from the UK is better… Certainly, in my humble Brit opinion, there is so much here that is better than back in Blighty. Bread and butter for one two things, for instance. However, I do have a beef:Continue readingB-B-B-B-B-Bovril

Recent movements of the: Two Snails

It’s coming…

It’s coming…

We are getting ever closer to our new van. It is supposedly 13 days away. I say “supposedly” because we have been here before and I shall not quickly forget the horrors of last year when Mr Snail had to stay near Paris for several nights after travelling up on the train at 6am and… Continue reading It’s coming…

Well, that was unexpected…

Well, that was unexpected…

I was confiding that Heidi’s days with us are numbered, we had picked out our new van and that Mr Snail was taking her to Cognac to get a PX price… Things did not go to plan. Heidi was looking gorgeous, considering her age, and we both agreed that the fact that they had asked… Continue reading Well, that was unexpected…

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