Little Britain

Poor old Guilbert. It looks like he's going to end up being the only Frenchman left in Lagarrigue. A couple of weeks ago we'd seen a couple wandering round the houses next to us and I'd gone over to introduce myself, and have a nosey of course. Turned out they were from the North East of England & after a couple more visits and conversations with Thierry, the owner of the houses, they'd put an offer in. Eventually after some negotiation their offer had been accepted and, subject to contract, it looks like we're going to have new neighbours. Lagarrigue is fast becoming Little Britain!

The long bank holiday weekend gave John & I the opportunity to catch up with a bit of gardening & by the time Barbara took him back to Rodez on Tuesday the lawn was looking great & I was contemplating getting the golf clubs out. On Friday Thierry & I calculated the amount of blocks and other materials we'd need to build the bedroom walls & organised the hire of the compressor again, this time with a sand blasting attachment to clean up the the beams, yet another first. Barbara had beat a hasty retreat when Thierry had arrived as he'd brought Gordon with him. Gordon, named after the Gin, is a Doberman and despite understanding 'go away' he makes her a little nervous. Let's hope Thierry doesn't bring him along when we start building the rooms, we'll never get a coffee.

On Friday we had a preview of what it was going to be like when our buyers move in. Peter & Angie, friends from the UK, arrived in their motor-home. They'd left home two weeks ago & had a return ferry booked for late September & in the meantime they planned to amble through France on their way to Italy & Austria. They spent the weekend with us & I think enjoyed the opportunity to have a shower without worrying about whether they'd have enough water in the tanks to brush their teeth afterwards. Monday morning they hit the road to Millau on the next part of their 'Wright Way Round' adventure.