The outlook on New Year’s Day: pretty, if a bit bracing. With no central heating in the cottage, for a while we had to close the wooden shutters at night, to keep in the heat from the stove.
Below: Eric returning from a shopping expedition on New Year’s Eve. As part of our quest for a sprightly retirement, we take it in turns to make the daily shopping trip when weather permits: he walks, I cycle. It’s not far, but fulfils the 20-30 minute recommendation and includes a nice steep hill. When added to Eric’s daily log-splitting regime, this probably approximates to a good session on the cross-trainer.
The highlight of this week was dinner with our lovely neighbours Blandine and Mme. Besnard, featuring amazing food, all of it more or less new to us: Armagnac paté, potimarron soup (Wikipedia translates this as ‘red kuri squash’), seafood blanquette and galette des rois, traditionally eaten at Epiphany.
We follow with admiration Ben and Kay’s Veganuary, and Helen’s Pescatarian January – but continue to be partly carnivorous ourselves, at least for now.
Some tasks scheduled for early 2017: wall mending; replacement of a malfunctioning blind; various craft projects involving sea-glass, overhauling and updating our online ads.
As far as holiday lets go, we are bracing for the possibility of a disappointing year. The media tells us that post-referendum, the weakness of the pound against the euro has led to a surge in bookings for Mexico and Argentina at the expense of European destinations. However .. advert alert …Les Bruyeres is still cheap, fabulous and (compared to Argentina, anyway) close. See Trip Advisor, keywords ‘Les Bruyeres Fougeres’. We’d welcome some longer bookings this summer, allowing us to trundle off to interesting places that are a bit too far to get there and back in a week. We therefore offer ‘Mates Rates’ for longer stays – a fortnight or more – enquiries by e-mail or via this blog.
In the system
The slow process of getting established within the French system – mostly postponed during Year 1 of The Adventure, just in case things didn’t work out – continues. Although still awaiting our cartes vitales (health insurance cards), we are now registered with a local GP practice. Our first contact with this was utterly different from any comparable UK experience. There were no appointments, no tickets to prove your position in the queue, and no receptionist. We arrived at an ordinary-looking house in the centre of town and followed the instruction to ring and enter. We walked into a Gothic-looking entrance hall – big stone fireplace, chessboard floor tiles, antique wooden furniture and a chandelier- where about six people were already waiting. The doctor took his time; there was no sense of limited consultation slots, and we were there for about an hour before being called. Once in the surgery, we explained that we wanted to register as new patients, the doctor said he had a full caseload and shouldn’t really take on anyone new – then signed us up anyway. Merci, M. le docteur.
The next step is to look into getting top-up health insurance. The websites Expatica and AngloInfo explain that in France this isn’t used to get better or faster treatment, but to bridge the gap between the full cost and what the health service will pay for – typically a gap of 30%.
As for the quality of the service – we have yet to test it, but know of two Brits who had heart episodes requiring major surgery, and were very impressed with the care they received.
Wildlife update
A large hare sighted in the water-meadow was a first for me. One particular hunter regularly parks his car by the stream and walks along the valley with his gun in search of game – lucky for the hare it was me, not him, on that occasion.