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Published: November 23rd 2016
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Woolly says – The nights have started to draw in, the trees becoming bare and barren, hats and gloves have become everyday wear, the women moan that it’s too cold having moaned through the summer months that they were too hot, there is just no pleasing some! I had decided that supervising the women would have to be done for the house and studiously ignored the glares from them every time I sent them back outside to carry on with their jobs. Adrian and I started work on directing operations for the moving of my friend Jerry and his companion Elliot into their winter quarters and discussing the need to buy some sheep so that the girls would have plenty to do in the coming weeks. It seems strangely quiet without the glamping guests and visitors but very peaceful, except for the cries from our commander in chief each time we entered the farmhouse, I swear he’ll be carrying a swagger stick soon! Woolly says – It’s on my Christmas list...which is now on it’s third draft having realised that with immense space I have available I could probably ask for ten tonnes of pistachios from Father Christmas without anyone noticing! Our search for land continued and having discounted several more plots my online search led me to one that looked perfect. In the small town of Sainte-Eulalie-d'Ans, it appeared to tick every box we had....I’m not sure where Jo is keeping these boxes but she does mention them a lot, maybe they have more pistachio’s in for emergency’s!
Our viewing day arrived and we set of on a crisp morning admiring the fabulous colours that still adorn the landscape. Woolly says – By one miracle or another we didn’t get lost and arrived with time to spare. I sat in the car contemplating the small church, the bakery and bar/restaurant the place offered and wondered how far Jo would have to drive to get my nut supplies. With Zoe checking the sat nav for points of interest (which strangely show petrol stations and supermarkets) it appeared that it would be a bit of a jaunt but manageable. As the estate agent arrived I quickly finished my snack and attempted to wipe the marmalade off my paws before shaking his hand, I obviously hadn’t done very well as he stood trying to wipe his hands surriptiously on his trousers. A two minute drive took us to a huge piece of land with wonderful lines of trees, I could see Jo and Zoe’s faces light up at the straight pathway they provided knowing that it was appealing to their OCD natures.
Flat with ready marked pitches and loads of shade made it ideal for our purpose, a main road to the front and a service road at the rear gave us a lot to consider. Woolly says – Having ascertained where building could be done I enquired as the type of trees, the nice man told me that they were walnuts ......hmmm ready made nuts for me, could I swap pistachio’s for walnuts? it was certainly worth thinking about. I wandered across the land listening for bird song but this seemed to be obliterated by traffic passing on the main road, traffic would be good for passing trade on a campsite but would I able to sleep through it? We left the mammoth making his own conclusions as Zoe and I walked around trying to see where things could go, accommodation for us and facilities for guests, the traffic continued to pass, large hedges maybe to combat the engine noises?
Woolly says – it appeared that we had a lot to think about and having thanked the agent we decided to check out the small bar and have a warming drink, it was pleasant and more importantly warm as the three of us debated the good points and the bad. I suggested a break in discussions and a look at the ruined nearby Chateau nearby. Le Chateau de Marqueyssac had been built in 1497 and used by Henry IV during the sixteen hundreds before falling into disrepair in the 1950’s. Surrounded by fences all I could do was peer at it from a distance, it wasn’t the tourist attraction I had hoped for, but the surging river that ran alongside would provide fun in the summer months and allow me to sit on the bank under the shade watching the canoes and kayaks, so another tick for the land. The area was lovely and a short drive to the town of Cubjack would provide a couple more shops, although no supermarket which could be a problem. We sat watching the ducks slide down the weir in the centre of the town before flying to the top and sliding down again for quite a while before deciding to go back to the land and have another look.
Woolly says – It looked the same as it had done an hour previously! As the women paced I counted cars keeping a tally with the leaves under my paws, the pile grow bigger and bigger as the minutes passed and growing bored of that activity I started considering how many tonnes of walnuts I could expect and if I could give up the pistachios for another nut......decisions, decisions, decisions!
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