It’s been difficult reconciling here and there. I’ve been back since Monday, but my head still thinks I’m in London. I guess it’s not helped by no Cat. She was always the impetus for returning. And the reason for the growing excitement as I got ever closer to home….would she be waiting? How happy she’d be to see us…
Well, of course, she’s gone. So things are more relaxed, but also more shit!
I think I’ll post pictures later…
I had hoped to update this before leaving, or even on the ferry coming back, but here it is now…
These snowdrops are (finally) really starting to self-sow and increase. They came, initially, as a tiny clump from my parents’ front garden and they’ve steadily increased year on year.
The forecast is that in the days to come this (almost) non-winter will perhaps get a taste of the ‘real’ winter being currently experienced in Germany and Austria… Hopefully the plants that are foolish enough to think it’s already Spring won’t get too much of a shock!
Daphne odora aureomarginata. If only I could put this perfume in a blog post! These relatively unshowy flowers are pretty, and welcome at this time of year. But the fragrance….If you could bottle it I’d wear it!St. Maudez amongst the pines:
Honeycomb weirdness over the mussels – every year it’s the same!
Winter honeysuckle, Lonicera purpusii – I dug this up and moved it to another spot. I wasn’t sure if it would be happy (or even survive the move), so the flowers now are an added joy.
Add to all of this the days getting longer by (literally) a minute or two, and the feeling that Spring is waiting in the wings….this has, so far, been a good Winter!
This is my ‘happiest’ day – although I’m often too depressed to notice it. From now on from this, the shortest day, we start the upward climb to summer. There will be more and more light. Winter (although not yet really arrived) will be giving way to Spring.
Today a visit to Huelgoat. After the consistent rain the rivers and streams are bursting their banks. Not more than normal… but, as the Summer and Autumn have been so dry, it’s a bit of a shock to see such a quantity of water.
The Winter Chanterelles were still abundant – but very wet, but taste just as good after a little more cooking.
And back in the garden. Hamamelis mollis flowering early, with its delicious, slightly elusive, spicy perfume…
Yes, another one! But first before I post pictures of more sea, rocks and sand… The Seed Exchange went well. I came home with some interesting (potentially) bean, lettuce and pea seeds – varieties all new to me. As well as some flower seeds that I’m very happy to have.
Today, a trip under rainy skies. But the weather improved so I didn’t sulk as much as I might have done. And it was worth it.
1st of December, so it’s Winter. The temperatures dispute that, as it’s 14 degrees daytime and no less than 7 degrees overnight. But it is raining. It’s been raining for what feels like ages, and that’s always the case here. Once the rain starts it’s hard to remember that it was ever sunny. But as it has been a more or less perfect year weather wise, I’m not going to start complaining (yet.)
I’ve been spending the rainy days sorting out my seeds for the Seed Exchange tomorrow at Belle-Isle-en-Terre. One of the highlights of my gardening year. As well as preparing the seeds I’m taking, it also gives me a chance to see what I need to replenish, or what I haven’t got but would like to try. Of course it doesn’t necessarily mean that someone will be there with things that I want. Sometimes it can be a bit disappointing; if people only have stuff I’ve already got enough of (or don’t like), or worse don’t bring anything at all! But the day itself is nearly always fun. And a chance to catch up with people that I sometimes only see annually at this event. I’ll update afterwards. But, in the meantime:
There are three ‘Abers’ or estuaries/creeks. Abers Wrac’h, Benoit and Ildut. The countryside is unrelentingly flat and almost tree-less. Reminiscent of the poulders of Holland.
It’s farming, and mainly the ‘primeurs’, so early crops of cauliflower, artichokes, onions etc. All of which do well on the sandy soil and mild (damp) climate.
It was a cold day with a biting easterly wind. Luckily the Dunes of St. Marguerite face west so were sheltered for the most part. So no wind whipping up the sea. Dead calm.
Gentle slurps as the waves arrived at the shore. But just look at the seaweed! And, this is what the region is ‘famous’ for…masses of seaweed for fertiliser or ‘Goemon’. There are countless photos documenting the Goemoniers, nowadays in boats with a ‘scoubidou’ to whisk out the weed; previously a man with a pitchfork and a horse and cart.
The dunes behind the beach are an important habitat for lotsof wildflowers. I will go back there in the Spring.
I’ve been intrigued by this for a few days now…a wasps nest that was dug out from a hedgerow bank. I think it was a badger that did it. (courageous or daft?) But the chunks of nest were strewn over the ground and there are still – four days later – a hardcore of wasps still clinging on in there… Every so often one flies off with what seems like a bit of the nest in its jaws.
A trip out to avoid sitting at home during a power cut – not an unexpected one. EDF let me know three weeks ago that there would be work being done.
The electric went off as I went out of the door, and it was back on when I got back.
The Pink Granite Coast features in a lot of the tourist brochures for Brittany. It’s on the north coast like Plestin, which is the closest to me, but further along to the east. At Plestin the pebbles are green, at Ploumanac’h the pebbles are… pink!
Actually, not massive amounts of pink pebbles on the beach. Lots of pink gravel. And actually, not really ‘pink’. More a salmony, orangish, pink. But the big (pink) boulders and rock formations are very different from my normal beach. Very reminiscent of the rocks around Land’s End in Cornwall. Or even of some of the Tors on Dartmoor. But the colour is pink. It wasn’t a sunny day, but the ‘pink’ is there on some of these photos:
And this…. a beautiful mixture of shells: