Days and days and days

Later, I seem to have moved gardening and garden writing down a notch. Busy times here on the mountain.   Didier has delivered the gravel; so that’s exciting.

He actually delivered while we were up in the northern Ardeche at St Felicien.  But I had set out the huge tarpaulin.   And the very careful driver is able to drop a huge amount of stones right in the perfect spot. Quite a skill.

Naturally I need to do something about the three cubic metres of lovely stones. But not right now. First up there is the guesthouse to get ready.  The season opens next week.

And I have to water. It sounds cruel when so many people are suffering from floods, but we have gloriously sunny days with plenty of sunshine and little wind. Perfect for getting the hose out and day dreaming while I water the crops.

The roof is done. Dario finished up early afternoon and to our great delight it looks as though nothing has happened.   Back went the old, old tiles, covered in lichen and moss. Some new ones, some wonky. And all of them doing a proper job at long last. And at least one side of this big building is now free from holes where the pine martens get in.

We had a bit of sport knocking on the ceiling where the creatures were sleeping.   They rumbled and fussed; but there was no way they were going to race out of the roof and head to the forest worse luck.

We are going to have to come up with A Plan.   But I won’t share it now, I’m having breakfast.