When I left you last time I was about to go down the cave to repoint it. I can say that unfortunately I did not manage to finish it in my time in the Limousin. For everyone who thinks that said house in the middle of nowhere has a cave or even is a cave, I am using cave in its French way meaning cellar.
Annoyingly, the cave is made to some normal Creusois dimensions and as I am 6 ft 2, the 5 ft cave resulted in a lot of bending down and my back was hurting quite a lot on Saturday evening! The worst part was also that occasionally I did forget my height and its lack of it and my head wasn’t too pleased! Overall though, I am pleased with how it came out, and I have found I might have some skill in something vaguely artistic! I have attached some photos of the finished side in the pictures below. I also found that along with learning how to repoint, I learnt most of the words to lots of songs too, with everything from Jacques Brel to Oasis.
On Bastille Day we went to Chenerailles to watch the fireworks and were also treated to one of the local fire eaters. She put on a great show and I have some long exposure shots of her performing below.
We transplanted a tree which was a little more difficult than expected, in the end, we had two people jumping on the pot whilst it was suspended from the tractor forks. It is now planted next to the rose at the bottom of the field.
I have put all the photos I promised last time in the gallery below and I hope you enjoy looking at them!