The Rugby World Cup was quite interesting – but I don’t think that when I was informed by a shop assistant that England had lost to France my cries of “Allez les Bleus” were totally believed.

We have found a lovely lake near the local town of Vigeois – it’s a great walk around it and the scenery is gorgeous. Last time we were there Faust made a new friend – she said that normally dogs didn’t like here as she is a post lady!

The weather has been pretty good – most days up to about 20 and generally sunny. It’s only in the last few nights that I haven’t been taking the dogs out at 11pm in my shirtsleeves.

Work-wise things haven’t been too busy – but I have several estate agents who say they might have work for me in the future. And if you can’t trust estate agents…..One agent I have done some work for and hadn’t heard from for some months, contacted me to say that she still wanted to work with me. I have also bought a compressor to pump my photo mast up – hopefully saving my young Dutch agent friends from offering to operate the hand pump due to my advanced age.

Poor old Faust had to have an operation – basically he had to lose his bits for medical reasons. He recovered incredibly quickly, and it doesn’t seem to have affected him at all. I was sure it was done as the vet produced the items in question as proof……

We attended a very enjoyable house warming in the nearby village of Lagruliere – a friend who runs my writing club had moved into a new house. We met a young couple who were having a quick weekend away and who were already amazed by our bit of France and I also met en ex-policeman who trained at the same training college as I did, and in the same year.

I am fascinated by the huge apple fields here, all covered in netting for half the year to protect them against hailstorms. When the crop is gathered, they are all neatly rolled up - but when a field is left to itself then chaos results....

I nipped over to London for a week for my SSAFA (Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen and Families Association) course to be a caseworker. Flew Ryanair, stayed next to Waterloo Station – what’s not to like? Actually it was pretty good – I stayed at the Union Jack Club, which is basically a large hotel / club for serving and ex-military personnel, with over 250 rooms. The course was very good, and I am very impressed with the professional way SSAFA is run. The people were very interesting – from an ex-Ghurka to a chap serving on 8 Squadron ! Now I am waiting to put it into practice. I also got to see Rachel, who was dying of the dreaded lurgy – but she’s OK now.

Our last lot of visitors for the year (apart from our lovely daughter at Christmas) were the Sparrows – old RAF friends. Mike was taught fluent French by the RAF and worked in Paris. He now has so many acquaintances in France that they agreed that actually buying somewhere here was not necessary – they can spend most of the year flitting from friend to friend.

We have been driving around the local area trying to get to know it better -amazing waht you find in the rural depths....

Now we seem to be in a period of relative peace and quiet – but there is always something. I sorted out a problem with my bank – fraudulent withdrawal, but the tax people here are trying to double tax us on our pension income – which is already taxed in UK. Luckily I have an accountant who is trying to sort it out. More happily the car passed its CT (MOT) last week, and it lasts for 2 years. Aaaah, ‘tis peaceful here!

Gosh life has been busy over the last few months ! Lots of happy events and one sad one.

We had a meeting of our writers’ club at our place – Judy produced some wonderful food and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves, oh and we did talk about writing a bit. In the following month we met up again at our American member’s Chateau – of course we aren’t snobs!

We have been to several of the “pie nights” run by the farming couple we get our bacon from. Very enjoyable to sit outside a bar in an officially beautiful French village and eat steak and kidney pies with chips, HP sauce and a glass of wine. They are featured in the ITV series “Little England” which is pretty awful and patronising. It is supposed to be all about the Dordogne – but Sophie and Ray live and work here in the Correze. Can’t you trust anything on TV?

The weather started off a bit wet and gloomy, but in the last couple of months it has been mostly really good, with temperatures on average in the high 20s. There has been a bit of rain (needed for the farmers of course), just a shame one of the very wet days had to be when we had visitors.

Talking of visitors we have three lots of visitors and met with another three lots in various parts of France.  

First we met the Allnutts in Sarlat – lovely lunch but make note to self that Sarlat is really busy in the summer.

Then we got together with the Wallaces – I flew with Martin on Hercules, and his French wife comes from a couple of hours North of us. We met at a microlight and balloon festival near them – sadly there wasn’t much flying going on, but we all had a good time at the archery demonstration.

Final lot of friends we met up with were the Makepeaces – they had taken a Gite in the Creuse (an adjoining department to the Correze) with friends and family for Dave’s 60^th (he’s so old – over a month older than me!). We were invited to a very enjoyable birthday party, and even our dogs behaved themselves.

Three lots of visitors have stayed with us – the Lockies, Ashforth-Smiths and Harrops. They all seem to have enjoyed themselves and Judy’s cooking rose to even greater heights!

Locally we had the Paris-Correze cycle race whizz through the village, not exactly the Tour de France, but they all took it very seriously.

The local historic town of Donzenac had a Mediaeval Street Fair on a lovely sunny summer afternoon. We took Faust as we thought he looks suitably period, and he was much admired. However mediaeval towns have narrow mediaeval streets, and filled with crowds, people playing drums and stilt-walking, it wasn’t really a suitable place for enormous dogs, although he behaved perfectly.

Judy and I were looking for something else to do out here – as if daytime TV is not absorbing enough! We have joined SSAFA (the Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen and Families Association), which has a branch covering France. I will be a case-worker and Judy a visitor, trying to help people with military connections, who have money or other problems. With the collapse of the pound against the Euro, many who moved here relying on pensions have seen their income drop drastically in the last few years.

As you may have surmised from above, I too was 60 a few weeks ago. My lovely children planned a party for me on the day, so Judy and I arranged to fly to England and have a few days seeing friends and family. Very sadly just before we left we learned that Judy’s brother-in-law Peter (married to her older sister Carol) had died after a long illness. The funeral was a few days after we had intended to return to France, but we were able to rebook our flight home, and extend kennels and car hire.

We were able to visit (and stay) with a number of friends, and special thanks are very much due to Rennie and Peter, Posy and Romney – all great hosts. We stayed in Essex (twice), Gloucestershire, Dorset and Oxfordshire, and caught up with a few old friends on the way. My birthday party was enormous fun and again thanks to Nick and Lisa and Rachel, Jake and Esme, Martin, Vicky, Tom and Flora. Thanks for all the presents too – we actually had to buy another suitcase!

Peter’s funeral was obviously a very sorrowful occasion, but it was nice that Carol’s family were able to attend – including a sister from Saudi Arabia and daughters from California and Vancouver. As I am sure he would have wanted, we tried to celebrate his life rather than just mourn his passing.

Back in France we had our latest lot of visitors the day after we got home, then I had two business jobs and we attended a party at Brive Rugby Club thrown by the Franco British Chamber of Commerce. No visitors for a few weeks, although I have to go to London for a few days in a couple of weeks to do a course with SSAFA. And we came here for the peace and quiet !

I thought that it was only a few weeks since my last entry – but it’s been ages ! A fair bit has happened, so I’ll pinch Judy’s diary and get it all down.

To get the basics out of the way the weather has been pretty good – mostly sunny and warm, although enough rain to keep everything green. The temperature hit 39 at one point, perhaps a little too warm. We haven’t been out an awful lot – with quite a few visitors over the next few months we are saving ourselves!

My business has been intermittent as usual. One big job involved me actually staying away overnight in the Tarn et Garonne near Montauban. I had to draw up floorplans for a very large restored and updated house (5 garages, two guest cottages, cinema room €2.1m) and a small and rather disappointing chateau (only visited by its owner for 3 days last year). Details by return if interested.

I also did a few elevated photography jobs for a local agent, and hope to get more work from them.

We had an interesting visit from the local water board a few weeks ago. We think that the chap wanted to fit a new water meter, which is situated in one of our spare bedrooms. We were not too happy with his signs which seemed to indicate that they might have to dig up the floor inside! Anyway he apologised for not speaking English, as it is now “the international language”! Very un-French. He left, and we haven’t heard anything since.

The village held a Vide Grenier about a month ago – that’s effectively a car boot sale, without the cars….There were stalls all over the main street and in the car park/petanque area/market square. Lots of junk, as always, but we did get a couple of nice rugs very cheap.

About a month ago I drove up to Picardy, about an hour North of Paris and picked up a new addition to our family – Faust, a one year old Irish Wolfhound. I found an ad on the French Irish Wolfhound Owners’ website – his owners had split up and couldn’t keep him. As we have had four wolfhounds before they were happy he was going to a good home. He has settled in brilliantly, and he and Bertie get on pretty well, although it might be stretching it a little to say Bertie actually welcomes his arrival. He is a great ice breaker with our French neighbours as well!

Our first visitors of this period were Helen and Alan. They were caravanning in the Dordogne, and came to see us for the day. We then returned the visit, and went to their rather posh caravan park. As you can see, Fuast, whom we had for about a week, had setlled in pretty well! If he could learn to lie down in the car,though, journys might be a little easier.



After them came Verena and Brian - two separate friends if you see what I mean. They seemed to have a good time, and we had a couple of good days out. It was made a bit more interesting when our car broke down on the day we were to pick Brian up from the airport. Luckily it was outside our house, and our wonderful local garage owner Jean-Louis came and picked it up on a trailer. I was able to hire a car in Objat, although I was quite surprised to find that the hirer would not take cards – only cheques! One good trip was to Les Eyzies, which is the centre for many of the prehistoric caves with the ancient paintings and sculptures. We went to one cave, which was firmly closed, with a very smalls sign to say tickets could be bought at another cave a couple of miles away. We drove there to find that at this time of year it is recommended that you book at least a few weeks ahead – of course none of the signs mentioned this. We visited the prehistoric museum in Eyzies, which was quite good, but probably had about as many flints on display as I want to view in the foreseeable future.

Socially we have had a few nice days out – friends to lunch and dinner and back to theirs later. A garden party in the grounds of a very up market Chambres d’Hote for which I did some photography last year, and an invitation to an evening’s horse racing at Pompadour racecourse which was very enjoyable.

 Finally we have just had the Voutezac Peach Festival. Another evening meal with a peach-centric menu, and a firework display part of which was set off in our garden.

In the last blog I gave my guess as to what the door markings on a village house meant. We met the owner of the house a few weeks ago, and he is a keen local historian and also speaks excellent English. What they actually mean is: the hearts are to try and keep the plague away, and the crosses indicate that the family in the house have already supplied soldiers to serve the Bishop of Limoges when he was the local ruler. So, close……

By the way, if you couldn’t get your copy of June’s “French Property News”, that rather good article entitled “A Happy Twist of Fate” and about Voutezac, was by me. Copies can be sent on request.

Started this diary period with our 38^th wedding anniversary – celebrated with a very enjoyable meal at our favourite restaurant (l’Auberge sur Vezere or Sara’s).  This was obviously a good omen as the weather since then has been pretty excellent – temperatures mostly in the mid-20s or higher, although there have been a few off days. Guess what it was like when we planned a day out with a picnic….

Jude was pleased to discover that although the hairdressers in our village had new owners, they were still Ok and cut her hair as she likes it. Just remember the whole commune has about 1400 people, the village has a bakery, post office auberge and…. a hairdressers. Priorities! We have both got new cameras and have been taking lots of photos - particularly around the village.

Although the weather has been pretty good (and there is already talk of droughts), when it does have a storm here it really lets go. We have had two really heavy hail storms, and it shows the wisdom of the local fruit farmers in putting netting over their crops – not for birds or insects, but for hailstorms. One of these storms would easily take out an entire crop.  

I’ve joined a small writers’ group – just a few English speakers who meet every month or so, with an ex English teacher to guide us. First meeting was at an 18^th century chateau which is a B & B and gite complex, and has just been bought by a very dynamic American lady and her granddaughter. 

Next may be here, which will be a bit of a difference! Just before I managed to get this on line I found a couple of reviews of the blog – both seemed to like it which is very gratifying – thanks!

Rachel came down by train for a few days to see us – really enjoyable. Naturally for my daughter only the best accomodation is good enough...

We had a few nice drives, including one down to the lovely town of Beaulieu sur Dordogne – a nice day out. As Rae had just had her birthday we took her out for an excellent meal at Sara’s. Complimentary champagne and when Rae didn’t like her sweet it was taken off the bill.

Business picking up – did two elevated photo jobs in the last two days, and have at least one large chateau floorplan to do next week. The job is in the Lot et Garonne – about 2 ½ hours each way, but OK financially. France is a really big place. We took a photo of this motorway bridge the other day..

Had a couple of friends who run a gallery in Pompadour round for dinner, Judy did her rabbit in cider pie, which was a great success. We are now having a short breather before our next guests arrive from June onwards – if you are reading this we are really looking forward to seeing you all!

A couple of photos we need some help with. We saw this goat (sheep?) in a nearby field - any idea as to species?

And this is above the door of a house in the village - I like to think that a couple moved into the house through that door when the maried, and left through it after they died. I am such a big old softy.



After a few days of temperatures in the high 20’s and a pair of amorous kestrels spending all day screaming to other as they fly over the valley, we sincerely hope that spring is here. In fact yesterday was grey and drizzly, but no rain, no lovely green countryside.

I have been quite busy, actually doing a bit of business for estate agents drawing up floorplans and taking elevated photos. The only problem is that the really pricey properties that want this treatment are in the Dordogne, so I have had a few 4 hour round trips down that way – not exactly a penance! I have also tried doing some writing, although Peter Mayle probably need not worry. I have an article about (wait for it) floorplans and photography in April’s “French Property News”, with another article about Voutezac in June’s issue. I have interviewed some of the Brits who have set up successful businesses and hope to work this into another article.

At the start of March two of our friends from England, Rennie and Peter, came to stay for a few days. The weather was a bit variable, but I think they enjoyed themselves, and we certainly enjoyed having them.

As I have mentioned before I am a member of the Franco British Chamber of Commerce, and we had a very enjoyable meeting at a local hotel – brief talk on marketing, discussion, then networking over dinner. Very enjoyable.

A couple of weeks later we were given a couple of tickets for Brive Rugby Club – the FBCC get some as the club are a member. We saw an excellent game between Brive and La Rochelle – a real relegation dogfight which luckily Brive won. There was a crowd of about 11,000, and it was a very agreeable afternoon, with no animosity between the two sets of fans. There is lots of beer, some monstrous sandwiches, lots of passion and a good time is had by all!

With the nice weather we have stared exploring again. We have found an old slate mine outside a nearby town – they do guided tours and have demonstrations, sadly not actually open yet. The same applies to a Gallo-Roman site a bit further away – there are houses and remains of a theatre discovered in 2004, but not open until the summer. Now we both travel with cameras at the ready, so Judy has taken some really nice shots.

Last Sunday we went into Objat for the local market, and there was also the annual agricultural show. This is a real show – mostly lots of tractors and equipment for the farmers to drool over, and a huge marquee full of wonderful Limousin cattle, all just tied up and left quietly on their own. At the other end of the market is a livestock auction, and I have to say that in Carrefour in a couple of weeks there will be a large photo of “Champion so and so”, and lots of lovely joints of superb meat.

When we got home we were surprised to find a large group of people milling around outside our house. They turned out to be an Antiquarian Society from Argentat, a town about 40 miles South of us. Their day out was a tour of Voutezac. A few of the party were British, and when I offered to open up our cellars they passed this on. We then had about 30 keen historians looking around our 13th century cellar (and under cellar) and peering through our arrow slits. They seemed to enjoy themselves!

Once again it’s been a while since I last put finger to keyboard, but we have spent most of the time just keeping warm – we are saving ourselves for the sunny weather and our visitors. We have more or less recovered from the various coughs, colds and lurgies that we are convinced were given to us by our nearest and dearest in England over Christmas. Below - view of our valley.

In France they are only allowed to have sales in the shops twice a year for about 3 weeks at time – and the actual dates are specified. This means that we don’t have the DFS sale all year syndrome, but the shops are certainly a little busy for the first few days!

Judy got some lovely presents for her birthday – in no particular order a lovely jumper, a scent diffuser (fighting a valiant but losing battle with the Bertie diffuser), a digital camera and a necklace made from old Venetian trade beads. We also had a lovely Sunday lunch out.

My little business venture is starting to warm up again with the weather. I have spoken to a few estate agents who deal in premium properties, and have had some useful feedback and, possibly, hope of work in the future. For one agent I write a short article which she sends out to her clients with a monthly property update e mail. I already have one article in next month’s (April) French Property News magazine about how to photograph your property for sale and how important floorplans are (it’s called advertorial). I wrote another article on our village, which will be in June’s issue.

This got me thinking, and so I have contacted a few other magazines to see if I can interest them in articles from this area. Also FPN don’t pay – so someone who does would be good! Oh, and I got a photo in this month’s FPN too.

Judy is still enjoying her French lessons every week with Francois in Pompadour. When she asked if Francois knew of a cheaper dog trimmer (over €50 last time), she advised us to use an English lady in Pompadour. So yesterday, after weeks of doing nothing, became a little busy….

09:20 to Pompadour, drop Bertie off with dog trimmer at 09:45. Drive around for an hour until drop off Judy for her 11:00 French lesson. Try and think of what to do for an hour. Went to see friend who runs an art gallery in Pomadour as he always offers a cup of coffee! In fact I hope to interview him and a couple of others for magazine article.

Picked up Judy, picked up rather more socially acceptable dog. Went to Intermarché café for quick lunch. Had we booked ? For a supermarket café ? They found us table, reasonable lunch, place totally full about ten minutes after we sat down. High spot was next table with small baby in high chair. Parents and grandparents giving him little bits of food to eat, then granddad had bright idea of giving him something to play with – chose his (folded) knife and cigarette lighter.

From there a two hour drive (luckily it was a lovely sunny day) to the town of Ribérac in the Dordogne, to meet two British estate agents who deal with pretty high end property. Went well and will do a floorplan of their house first to show what I can do. Two hour drive home.

We are now getting ready for our first visitors of the year – and we are really looking forward to seeing them and all the others who have promised, half promised or just hinted that they might come and see us.
I just added this photo because I did some pictures for a couple opening a very high end B & B / Hotel - I think it's quite spectacular!

Seems quite a long time since I last updated this – meanwhile the quiet pace of life in the Correze has been disrupted by a flying visit to UK.

We have been much luckier (so far) with our weather here than in UK. We have had a bit of snow, but not more than a couple of inches and it has never lasted for more than a couple of days. The temperature here seems to go all over the place, 2 one day, 15 the next.

Although the roads haven’t been too bad, we have not been going out too much. A couple of exceptions were when Judy went to Church in the Dordogne, and we met a couple of friends for lunch afterwards, and a Christmas lunch given by the local branch of the Franco British Chamber of Commerce. This was held in a small hotel run by an English couple near Tulle, a large town about 30 miles away. The roads were a bit icy, and it was quite foggy, but we made it OK and lunch was very nice. What they hadn’t mentioned was that the hotel is at the top of a hill, and after last year’s event a number of guests couldn’t actually get away through the snow and ice they had then, and had to stay the night!

Tulle is actually the departmental capital, despite being much smaller than Brive. It’s not a very attractive town, but most people dislike it for the simple reason that it’s where you have to go to pay your taxes!


Voutezac takes Christmas quite seriously - the council put up some very nice decorations.

We made our final preparations for the holidays – most of the presents were from Amazon and went via Rachel – thank you. We have found a good boarding kennel for Bertie, so were able to drop him off on the way to Brive Airport.

We flew to London City Airport on Christmas Eve with City Jet. After all our worries about the weather we were only an hour late landing in London. The airline service is very good – helped by the fact that there were only 13 passengers on the flight! We hired a small car and set off to stay with Rachel in Tooting.

I have to say that Judy and I are now very much country mice. Although we have both lived in London, we now find the noise and bustle hard work! But it was worth it to see the family. Christmas day was spent with Nick, Lisa, Jake, Esme and Rachel at Nick’s in Essex – a really good traditional day right down to the totally unfounded accusations of cheating at the board games.

Boxing Day was at Martin’s (my brother) – again a really nice family occasion.

On the 27th we had a really nice pub lunch in Richmond, and in the afternoon Rachel took us to watch Harlequins v London Irish at Twickenham, along with, we soon discovered, 74,000 other keen spectators. Although the game wasn’t very good we had a great time.

The next day we met Nick and family again at Bluewater – the huge shopping mall in North Kent. Perhaps not the grumpy old man’s ideal day out, but it was really nice to see everyone again.

Our busy schedule continued with a visit to Priscilla and William Hedley, Judy’s friend from her nursing days at GOS, who had organised the reunion Judy went to in September. We had a very enjoyable lunch there, with Judy catching up on a number of her old friends. They live in East Greenwich, and, apparently, you don’t actually have to go through the Blackwall Tunnel twice to get to West Greenwich as we did. Whoops.

On the 30th we went with Rachel to Stevenage to see Judy’s family at her sister Carol’s house. Her other sister Gill was also there with her husband Phil, and her brother Chris. Sadly Peter, Carol’s husband, is really not well, and was not able to join in as much as I am sure he would have wanted. The girls all went to see Judy’s mum in her home – sadly she really didn’t recognise them. We had a very pleasant lunch and caught up on some of the family gossip and swapped presents. Gill seemed to do best.

In the evening we took Rachel to a French restaurant in Clapham (no I’m not sure why either), and we had a nice meal and picked up a £60 parking ticket. London just loves tourists doesn’t it?

Next day we stopped off at Canary Wharf on the way to the airport and had breakfast with Rachel, saw where she works, and met her boss. He didn’t seem to blame us at all, which was nice.

We got back to Brive right on schedule, and when we eventually found the car park ticket, we picked up a very happy Bertie and arrived home. We saw in the New Year with a call from the kids in UK, and a glass of wine. Since then the weather has been cold and a bit wet, and we have both got stonking colds which we blame on England.

Thanks to everyone who made it such a good Christmas !