Last week I spoke of the tyres that we’d bought but couldn’t use, and said that I had ordered a pair of 175/65s on Friday evening. 123pneu.fr told me to expect delivery the following Friday before 6pm. On Monday an email came from the carrier, saying the same thing.
Wednesday morning, at about 11am, the outer gate bell sounded. An unmarked white van was in the entrance. It was the delivery of our tyres. How’s that for service? Mid-afternoon, we went into Pionsat and asked the garage owner when he could fit them for us. “How about now?” he replied. Again, how’s that for service?
At long last the weather and the state of my repairing calf muscle have allowed me to give the grass a proper cut. Where we had, between us, used the scythe-mower to reduce the grass and other stuff from more than a metre in height to something more manageable, we had covered the area with what looked like an acceptable crop of hay. That was impossible to cut over, because it was damp underneath and continuously clogged the mower. We turned a lot of it by hand, and piled and burned some before trying again. The result?
Later in the week I saw one of my favourite local sights. Looking east just before sunset, the light has a pastel pink property that adds a picturesque power to the panorama
and makes the Charolais cattle change hue.
Strawberry milk shake anyone?Apologies for the quality of the last image, but hand-held in failing light at an equivalent focal length of 2600mm is stretching my ability, as well as the camera’s built-in anti-shake feature.