So, just for good measure, here are the cast and crew.
(Oh, and lunch was delicious too. Thanks Ted, who also kindly took this photograph for me.)
I DON’T BELIEVE IN AIR
I don’t believe in air.
no one has ever seen it;
no one has ever felt it
between finger and thumb.
converts talk about
tasting the air
and something in the air
but there’s always another explanation;
the nearby sea, a factory’s pipes',
a pile of fresh manure.
it’s not the so-called air that smells
scientists have complete faith in this air.
they say that it upholds
and sustains our world.
take away the air, they argue,
and we’d go too.
signs and wonders to the air;
people thrown to the ground,
trees uprooted, the landscape rearranged.
it sounds like superstition to me.
if there is air
who made it?
where does it all go?
why doesn’t it show itself
just one time for proof?
friends ask me why windows rattle
and hair goes awry
but I don’t believe in air.
I don’t believe in air
air is just another word
for something that’s not there.
This is going to be a long post, so it may be a good idea to make a cup of tea or coffee before reading on!
We have just returned from a wonderful time in France. It was partly a working holiday, but we also enjoyed a few days of rest. Our place of abode is lovely. Set amongst farmland in deepest Charante it is peaceful, and the weather was warm and sunny throughout our stay, encouraging us to take the rest that we really needed.
This picture shows part of the outside. You can see the Pigeonnier and the Grand Salon. More of that later.
The surrounding countryside is beautiful. Fields of Maize, Sunflowers and Corn surround tiny hamlets and ancient villages
The maize was a wonderful golden colour. Lots of texture too, to stimulate ideas for future work.
Sunflowers in different stages of development create atmospheres of their own too,
whether still showing a little bit of yellow or almost ready for harvesting.
There wasn’t much time to settle in, though. First we had to convert the Grand Salon into a shopping area. Not quite ready, but this gives you an idea of what was in store.
The picture was taken from the mezzanine. If I tell you that the dining table seats at least 10 you will get an idea of what a wonderful space this is, and why it is called the Grand Salon! Through the doors at the end you can see the Veranda with a glimpse of the swimming pool beyond.
Such a beautiful blue. The sun glinting invitingly.
The selling day was followed by a workshop.
Everyone had great fun, me included. We created texture using a new technique, first to make a brooch and then a piece that will eventually become the panel for a book cover. I’m looking forward to seeing pictures of the finished pieces. It was hard to choose which one to include here, but finally I ‘plumped’ for this one.
Of course, some of us were able to relax while others were working hard!
Several dips in the swimming pool were the order of the day too!
Our free days were too precious to spend much time travelling, so we visited the local area. A trip to the River Charente at Fleurac was a delight. It is a beautiful spot, calm, quiet, and peaceful.
There are several islands in this locality, and they are all connected by a series of wooden bridges. There is also a working paper mill processing hand made paper. Unfortunately it wasn’t open on the day we visited. The banks of the river were full of autumn fruits.
and blackberries in abundance.
Each morning was greeted with the chattering of sparrows in the poplars and evening was heralded with the arrival of flocks of swallows that dipped and dived over the fields, feasting on the insects that they could find. Every night we were treated to another beautiful sunset. This is the start of just one.
One of the most interesting towns in the area is Aubeterre sur Dronne. Only a small town, a walk around won’t take very long, but each corner heralds another view. A cavernous church hewn out of rock is just one of the delights. We have visited there before, so this time we wandered the streets looking for lunch and other sights.
This is a general view over the town, while this next one shows just a little of the beautiful stone carving on the church.
And I just love the higgeldy piggeldy arrangement of these buildings.
We always return to this view, though.
Aren’t the colours lovely.
Let’s face it. Half the fun of a holiday is the food! And when it is locally grown, or picked straight from the tree it tastes even better.
What better way to start the day than with fresh figs and strawberries?
And freshly cooked bread with local ham, melon and grapes for lunch! Yum!
And who could resist figs with local almonds?
So much to see around the old farmhouses too. Always worth a second look.