Blossoms blooming

Spring! Yes, it’s arrived. Or should I say the early signs of spring. The forsythia, which is always my first real signal that the earth is waking up in our part of the hemisphere, is absolutely glorious this year. I’m seeing it everywhere, both in the Netherlands and in our newly acquired corner of France.

And then here’s the hawthorn blossom and the early cherry, which is quite magnificent this year. I don’t know about anyone else here, but I love spring more than any other season. It is so vibrant and explosive with new life.

At the moment, we are in France, but all the photos above were taken around our Zeeland home. France is just as lovely, though. It’s still cold, but the sun is shining and everything is looking clean, fresh and ready for the rest of the year. This morning, Zoe and I took a lovely long walk along the canal nearby. Her little nose was going like the clappers with all the new sniffs. The rabbits are pretty active around here, which drives Zoe into a frenzy of excitement. Sadly, I also saw lots of squished frogs on the road too, which suggested that someone had run over a whole group of migrating grenouilles as they trooped over the road.

Here are just a few photos from our gorgeous village and the canal. I’m so looking forward to seeing a boat passing by, but I know it’s a bit early yet.

 

We’ll be here in France for another week doing some much needed jobs that include clearing dense undergrowth from the garden, finding out how to deal with a possible bee invasion and securing the tiles on the roof that blew off in a gale. The tiles are back on now, thanks to my wonderful, helpful daughter. Now we have to put some galvanised sidings over the edges to reduce the risk of the wind catching them again. All fun and games on an old flagman’s house in France, but the village and region are so beautiful, it’s all worth it!

Till next time, allemaal. Keep well and enjoy the spring!

 

A small corner of France to call our own

I've been hesitant about writing this post but it's finally happened. Remember those developments I mentioned a few weeks ago? Well at the beginning of February, Koos and I travelled to Joinville in the Haute Marne for him to take possession of a little house in a small village on the Marne. 

Looking down the village street from the level crossing

Koos has long had a dream to have a house on a level crossing, near a canal with a lock. The purchase of the Crumbly Cottage version 2.0 is the fulfilment of this dream and he's as pleased as punch about it. I know, I know...we still have the boats, but we are the first to realise the time has come to scale down, not up, so there will be some changes on that front in the coming months too. In the meantime, the little house on the level crossing will be as demanding as we choose to make it. It really is small with just a kitchen/dining room, a small lounge and a bedroom. There is a minimal bathroom with a shower and a separate loo. And that's it. Potentially, the grenier could be another bedroom, and the lounge could become the kitchen, but there's no rush. Apart from decorating and fixing a leaky chimney, it's perfectly usable as it is and quite enough for us. But the best part is the scenery. The photos below are of just one walk that I took with Zoe.

The Marne Valley is stunning and we are blessed with these beautiful views. Not only that, the trains pass regularly but not so often as to be annoying (to me), although we have noticed there are more than we were led to believe and the goods trains woke us up the first night. By the third night, however, we only heard the morning train around 7:30.  If there were others during the wee hours, we didn't hear them.

Even better (to me) is the proximity of the canal. It used to be called the Canal de la Marne à La Saône, but these days, it is the Canal Entre Champagne et Bourgogne  (the canal between Champagne and Burgundy). The towpath is just a short walk from the CC 2.0, and a short way along the towpath is a lock. Val heaven. I envisage taking Zoe for many a walk along the waterside, and it is also the easiest way to get to the shops at the popular village of Froncles.

Added to that, it is not so far from Joinville, one of my favourite towns in the region, and only a little further to Chaumont, the principal city of the Haute Marne department. We cannot quite believe our good fortune because we've spent several years looking for the perfect 'gite' to call our own at an affordable price. Initially, we wanted to find something in the Sambre Valley, in the Aisne department, but our compatriots also discovered the Aisne during Covid, and prices rose far beyond what was affordable for us. It was my daughter who discovered Haute Marne for us. She bought her own house just fifteen minutes from our level crossing and we are thrilled to be so close to her in this beautiful area.

As for our village, we have already made some good contacts. I met a delightful woman when I was out with Zoe. I'll call her Chantal, and she has a springer spaniel called Ruby. What entertained me no end is that she told me Ruby is deaf but she spent almost her entire walk with her lovely pooch talking to her. One evening, I passed her house and watched as she shooed her chickens and geese into their coops. It was a joy to behold. Chantal rushed around her garden flapping her arms like wings and laughing as she ushered her charges into their huts for the night. I've decided I'm going to cultivate this friendship and have already suggested that next time we're there, we should walk our dogs together. 

We've also met two of the immediate neighbours, both of whom were charming and friendly, so we have great hopes for becoming part of the local community.

So that's it, allemaal. Our big news and new developments. There will inevitably be other changes coming, but for now, we are enjoying the excitement of having a new environment and project to look forward to. As for the canal, there's a lovely mooring for short stays in the village, and maybe an even longer stay at Froncles. Who knows? Perhaps the Hennie Ha needs to travel a bit further still before she hangs up her boat hooks. For my part, I really hope so.

Just a walk in the park

Last weekend, we had a visitor of the furry four-pawed variety. Mack, my daughter's lovely American Cocker Spaniel came to stay the night, so Zoe had company, which she enjoyed very much. Mack was a model guest and, other than a bit of pacing when we went to bed, he was cheerful, calm and incredibly sweet. He was, in fact, a very good boy considering he's also very much his mummy's boy and I was a little worried he would pine for her. I suspect the pacing was his way of telling us he missed her, but luckily Zoe kept him company and they hung out together like good pals should.

I found it interesting that their interaction was totally different from Zoe's with her bestie, Lucy. Being two girls, those two behave like a couple of errant teenagers together: larking around, winding each other up, competing for snacks and attention. The terrible twins, they are! Not so, Zoe and Mack. There was a bit of flirty play, but otherwise, they did what you see in the photo below. I think they look beautiful together, don't you?

Anyway, on Sunday, we (being other daughter and I) decided to meet Mack's mum, Mo, at Kasteel Ravenhof, halfway between her home and mine, a little to the northeast of Antwerp in a village calle Putte. According to Jo, daughter 1, there were beautiful grounds there where we could walk, and then a café at the Kasteel for a restorative cup of coffee when we'd finished. 

It took us about an hour to get there and we met Mo by the Kasteel itself. I found the photo below on Flickr as I totally failed to take one myself, and the photographer seems to be called Ronny Daems, so many thanks, Ronny! Kasteel Ravenhof is quite a splendid place, but I'd say it's more of a stately home than a castle. The current structure was built in 1810, although it apparently dates back to much earlier times. However, we were there to walk the dogs not go visiting, so I'll have to see if that's possible another day as I'd really like to see inside. If you're interested, there's some information about the castle here.

Kasteel Ravenhof in Stabroek
Credit to What's Around on Flickr

Anyway, there are several possible walks around the woods and grounds there. We chose a relatively short one because Mack has a back problem, meaning he can't go too mad, but we all enjoyed the 3.5 km round trip. The photos speak for themselves, really.

My girls

What a lovely day it was. I didn't even have to use 
the vivid setting on my camera

Scattered pups and peeps

The remains of what must have been a moat outside a fortified area

I liked this carved tree stump

And this ornamental fence was rather fine too.

The obligatory avenue of trees leading to
the obligatory folly

And last but not least, a very large
obligatory toad just basking in the sunshine

We all enjoyed ourselves, and after sitting in the warm sunshine out on the café's terrace, where we had a lovely cuppa, Mack was handed over and we all returned home, by which time the day was pretty much over.

This coming Sunday, we're off to France again, so my next blog really will fill you in with the news. By then, I will have finished the big course I'm doing and I'll have a bit more time to devote to blogging and writing again. I've missed both, but it's been hard to combine anything other than the normal chores with my teacher duties.

We're looking forward to our week away, in any event, so for now, allemaal, enjoy the spring weather that's coming, and I'll catch up with you all very soon. 

Another foray into France

This last week, we took another foray into France back to the glorious Haute Marne which has become the other place we most like to be; or, more specifically to the Marne valley south of Joinville. Before we went, however, we were having some very cold, but rather beautiful mornings here in the flatlands. The photo below was the magical view I saw from the window early one morning. Isn't it just so ethereally beautiful?

We drove down on Thursday, and as usual, we headed for the waterside when we arrived. Below is a photo of the lock at Villiers-sur-Marne, a village we intend to spend more time in and around. It has everything we like: a lovely mooring, ideal for the Hennie H (not permanent, unfortunately), locks, bridges, a railway with a level crossing and, of course, the beautiful rush of the Marne river which divides itself into different courses several times along this stretch. 

The canal was exceptionally full with the water topping the upper gates and tumbling into the supposedly empty lock, which then has to release the excess into the next stretch below.

On the way into the village, we spotted this old contraption. It says it's le Cable Pompe. I honestly don't know what it was used for as it's nowhere near a pumping station or a fire service point, but it looks pretty old and must have been in use for something important at one time. It sits right beside the road, so if anyone has an idea, do let me know.

Le Cable Pompe wasn't all too far from the building below, which is a lovely old water mill, so maybe there's a connection there. Koos took a much more artistic photo of the mill, but I was lazy because of the cold and took mine from the comfort of the car.

On Friday, we spent some time in the charming town of Joinville. I confess I didn't take any photos, but enjoyed walking around the local market and through its winding ancient streets. The sun was shining, which made all the difference. Here's a photo I took in October 2023 of the canal as it passes through the town. 

We actually spent the two nights we were there at an airbnb apartment in the village of Donjeux. As you enter Donjeux, you have to cross the canal and two separate branches of the river. And then you climb. The hill up to the church and beyond where we were staying was very steep, so absolutely no risk of flooding there. Unfortunately for us, the road was being repaired, which included the stretch where our accommodation was, so we had to park in a small square and haul our bags, provisions, dog and ourselves (possibly the most difficult part) a couple of hundred metres over a very uneven surface. 

The place itself was perfect, so no complaints there. We were very comfortable and had plenty of room. Zoe and I took a couple of nice long walks along the river, which showed signs of having been very turbulent recently. In fact, there were heaps of debris piled up along the banks, as you can see if you click on the photo below. The river's current was also running very fast and I shuddered a little to think of anything or anyone falling in.

The water mill in the photo below was pumping like mad, and it occurred to me that the houses close to the water must have to get used to the noise it made. I'm not sure I'd like it so much, though. If you can imagine listening to a constant, regular and noisy washing machine, you'd pretty much know what I mean. 

Back at the top of the village, I was captivated by this roofscape. I do like seeing all the different angles and shapes of these old village houses, and the church tower added the perfect punctuation to the scene. It's a pity about all the cables that disturb the view. Rural France's electricity and phone lines still seem to be largely above ground, unlike our flatlands where they are mostly buried in the sand on which the streets are built. On the other hand, the cables do give the scenery a certain old-fashioned character.

Of course, we are back home now, and glad of it too. The weather has turned extremely cold again and we even had flurries of snow today, but we have a plan to go back again next month. I'll explain why then, as there have been some exciting new developments, but I'll just keep you all in suspense for now. Is that mean? I don't intend to be, but I also don't want to jump the gun. 😊

For now, enjoy the rest of your week, allemaal, and keep warm or cool whichever suits!

Catching my tail – or January in this case

Can you believe it? It's February already, and I haven't caught up with January yet. It seems to have flown by, and I'm having difficulty in remembering what's been happening since the New Year kicked in. When I think about it, much of the month has been taken up with work, which is nothing to write home about other than that the course I'm giving is very time-consuming. 

I'm teaching a largish group of graduate students who have to complete a set of exercises, evaluation tasks and writing assignments every week, which I then have to review with feedback. I should say most of them are very diligent, but there are always those who lag behind, and others who are very needy, so I'm often answering emails and questions at all hours of the day and night. 

January is also a time when I try to organise my paperwork from the previous year. It's a task I dislike, but I know it has to be done. It should be easy after all these years of freelancing, but for some reason, it always gives me a headache. All those numbers send my brain into a complete tizz, but I'll get there eventually. 

Another goal I'm trying to achieve is to arrange a lift out for Vereeniging, but that's not going all too well. I've emailed three shipyards in the area so far. One says Vereeniging's too small (even though we were on their yard with the even smaller Hennie H two years ago), one hasn't replied at all, and the last one asked for more information but hasn't come back to me again. I think I'm going to have to pay them a visit instead. 

On the subject of email, just as an aside, have you noticed how difficult it is to get answers to mails these days? Gone are the times when it was a quick, reliable form of communication. I remember when I was working in South Africa, it was an absolute point of honour to reply to emails within 24 hours and letters within three days. We could just dream of that nowadays, couldn't we? In fact, we're lucky to get a reply to an email within a week now, and as for letters, no one even sends those for anything other than official information notices, and most of the time, they're already out of date before they even send them. 

Is this beginning to sound like a rant? Hmm, I suppose it is. The thing is, I received a reminder the other day for a bill I'd actually paid well before the due date. When I wanted to call the company to complain, I saw there was no date on the letter or on the envelope, and no signature. It made me wonder if they just send the reminders out without checking the actual status of the person's account – just in case, so to speak. I sent them an email, but of course, no one answered (see above). I tried their chat program, but only managed to end up in an ever repeating circular conversation with a bot called Bob who kept giving me inane answers and then asking me if 'he'd' been helpful. Eventually, I got tired of telling Bob he'd been utterly useless and finally got hold of the company via WhatsApp. Even then, they only answered the next day. 

I wonder what we'll be reduced to next if we need to contact companies. And before anyone suggests calling, I refuse to spend a whole day waiting for a real person to answer the phone, which is often the case. After going through a questionnaire delivered by an AI voice which challenges my mathematically inept brain with all the number options it gives me, I'm then subjected to endless rounds of piped 'lift' music, which is enough to send me to sleep and miss the call when I ultimately reach my turn. So no. Calling just isn't the answer either. My solution this time will be to get in the car and go knocking on doors. I'll get Vereeniging's bottom painted somehow!

Anyway, back to January, it's been a very cold month here in the flatlands. We've had our share of wind and storms like most people in these latitudes, but that's become the norm. What's been different this year is the extended stretches of really bitter weather and it's continuing now. This weekend, though, it's been beautifully sunny despite the cold, and walking Zoe has been a pleasure. Wrapped up warmly with boots and thick gloves, I really enjoyed our Sunday morning hike along the dyke. 

So to finish this blog, here are a few photos I took this morning. It really was a sparkling one!

A delightful collection of poultry

The local water bird sanctuary

Along the canal dyke

My favourite silos with their complementary containers

Greenhouses galore!

An abandoned farmhouse. I've gazed longingly
at it ever since we first came here, but it's 
deteriorating fast now. So sad.

A DFDS ferry passing by on the canal. Always an amazing sight

Have a great week allemaal and apologies for the moan. Next time I'll have some real news to impart...I hope!

How time flies

It hardly seems possible, but it's exactly two years ago that I opened up my computer one morning and saw the photo above on our Dutch version of ebay. Of course, I knew instantly this little dog was the one for me. I mean who could resist that wee face? Not me, especially as I'd been looking for an adult American cocker spaniel for several months and this was the first advertisement I'd seen for one. She was a year old and utterly gorgeous.

It almost didn't happen, though. Despite responding immediately, the advertiser, a lady called Jude, emailed me to say someone else had already reserved little Zoe, but she left me with the promise that if things didn't work out, she'd contact me. A few anxious days later, Jude sent me a message asking if I still wanted her. The other people had backed out for some reason and Zoe still needed a home. Well, there was no question and no hesitation this time, so on February the 1st, 2023, Koos and I set off to collect her. 

The rest has been well documented here on this blog, as I'm sure those who come here regularly will know – I can see the eye rolls and weary smiles from here :). We are now, unbelievably two years down the line with Zoe a fully settled 3-year-old resident of our parish and one small bundle of gorgeous, sweet fluff.

The photos below are early ones taken during her first month with us. She was quite thin, and although you can't see them, she had bald patches on her neck, legs and her bottom too. She also had an ulcer in one eye. She's still troubled by allergies that make her scratch terribly, but the bald patches have gone, her eye has healed and she is much, I repeat much, hairier than she was. 

After being spayed, her coat became very thick and curly. I must say I quite regret the loss of her lovely, smooth, silky hair, but it was very thin and she's so much healthier now.

The first day and everything was new. You can see the
questioning look in her eyes

Exhaustion after the long drive back

Visiting her next door auntie

The first days after being spayed.  She still
has one of her smart onesies, but this one
did not survive the puppy next door

Since then, Zoe has grown in confidence and has experienced all sorts of new adventures. Her favourite place is the local woods where she can dash about, leaping over twigs and branches, with her pal Lucy. She also loves being on board Vereeniging and had a wonderful time this last summer when we went faring with her for the first time. She's been to France by road and Belgium by boat, as well as numerous other places in between.

We've had a few health dramas with abscesses in her throat (this may be related to her allergies), and there's always medication needed for ear infections and those same allergies. She's had one of those sharp grass heads stuck in her paw, which had to be removed, and we go through spells when I always seem to be at the vet. Then, there's the grooming, which needs to be done frequently, if not often (sorry), and which she predictably hates. Never cooperative, she sulks after every trimming session, so it's an ongoing challenge. But would I change a bit of it? No.

When she's snuggled up next to us; when she's prancing about along the back of the sofa like a cat; when she's doing her howling wolf impressions, she makes us love her and laugh at her in equal measure.  
 

Zoe is a character with a capital C, a ray of sunshine when the days are dull, our common little cockney spaniel and we wouldn't be without her for a moment. These last photos are some of the more recent ones (which I may well have posted already) as well as a drawing I did of her a couple of weeks ago. 

Next week, I'll do a post about the various things that have happened this month, so if dogs are not your thing, allemaal, be reassured I'll be back with the normal items on the menu soon. It was just that I couldn't let this two-year anniversary pass without a post. Koos and I may not have grandchildren, but we have our very own, very special grandpup 😊