After a bit of a gloomy week we did what we knew we had to do – get muddy!
Mandy protected the rhubarb and celeriac from the cold. The straw from the greenhouse that was snug around the tomatoes and peppers toes was moved out to guard our loot from the frost.
The first celery of the season was cut and enjoyed, tomatoes picked and beetroot the size of footballs were pulled – oops, as were some weeds.
Continue reading ….and then the sun came out
Hi Lorraine, Harriet’s mum, aka Madame Pickles here again.
It’s getting near to the Christmas season and I’ve started getting prepared for a British Christmas here in France – and, I confess, reeling at the prospect of a couple of vegans coming to eat. Yes it was me Harry was referring to when she described people rolling their eyes in despair when she announced she was going vegan. I get it, I admire her commitment and concern for the health of her family but (sorry there is a but) things become difficult when you are vegan and living in France, I am being very selfish here, I knew I was going to miss the girlie lunches we’ve had when we’ve been out, nothing grand, an 11 euro meal in one of the local restaurants. These places are brilliant, they cater for working people, you could be sitting with someone booted and suited or someone that’s just come in from the farm, not quite up to their knees in mud but not far short. You have a proper three or even four course meal, wine or cider is usually included with a coffee to finish. How the “Ouvriers” go back to work I do not know, I just want to go home and do nothing for the rest of the afternoon.
Continue reading Madame Pickles gets festive
The appalling attacks in Paris this friday were, perhaps for me the low point in few months of steadily growing distress. These came on top of the nightmare that is the middle eastern refugee crisis and growing awareness of just how close we are to living under a totalitarian corporate regime (just look at the TTIP trade agreement if you doubt.) Continue reading Dirty hands, clean mind.
It’s a funny time.
Mood and motivation waning. Grey skies, a lack of daylight and the world feels dark and volatile.
Everything’s muddy – not just the footprints that constantly litter the floor. There’s so much that needs to be done, so much we want to do but it all feels like an effort. I can feel Mandy’s hands on my shoulders pushing me along……
Continue reading Muddy mood…
After extended deliberation we’ve realised you can only make so many silk purses out of our pigs ears.
Here’s our latest video. We plan on making many more – you’ve been warned. The Seed to Greed project has only just begun…Yes, the sound is appalling and we are well aware we need a microphone but for that to work we’d need a camera you can actually plug one into!
How to make a chestnut roast…..
And of course, huge, enormous remerciements to our pal Mark, for his patience and assistance, without whom we probably would still have made it, but it’s not sure you guys would have had the lifetime ( or boredom threshold) needed to watch it! Thanks darlin’ x
’til next time,
Mandy & Hal x