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Yesterday we had a whirl wind trip taking in Isle sur tarn to pick up a generator, Albi for flour and Giallac for Brico depot (with a short coffee stop en route).Farmer J had to back to get bailed hay in before a heavy downpour and storm that was for casted stated. Just as we got back home the heavens opened, eventually stopping enough for the hay to be stacked in a hanger. During the time we were out we lost our live box. meaning a emergency dash into town to replace it.

Throughout the night it pored with rain but not enough to drown out a meowing from outside. This morning downstairs in the workshop a little fluff ball was found. Strict instructions from farmer J that it wasn't coming in the house the puppy cage was used (as per usual for small animals, It has certainly paid for itself that cage) to contain it once Miss F and I caught it.

Such a cutie, full of fluff with a loud meow and a healthy appetite its a lively little thing. Our gite guests had heard a meowing in the roof space above one of he bedrooms, it seems there is only one and no sign of mum, the only feral cats around here are a ginger and white and a grey tabby so no idea where this ones mum came from. A little girl, named Tempette (as she arrived in the storm) she and Miss F have fallen for each other although not allowed in the house shes exploring the hanger, enjoying hiding in the baler where there is enough hidey holes to escape from predators before she can defend herself.


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Demounting a hanger

Farmer J has brought a second hand hanger. It's an extension to be added on to the farms hanger which  up to last year housed the cows in 2/3rds and hay in the other 1/3. As we now have more cattle and calves the hay space is being converted to house the cattle giving them full access to it.
Only thing is the extension has to be dismantled (and erected when planning permission is granted).

He managed to take down the road crash barriers on the side of it but need my gophering skills today to start taking off the roof. Cold, foggy and damp it was a bit chilly standing around however we did have a visitor, a old lady hunt dog. Once fed and watered (doesn't everyone carry dog food in their car or is it just me?) she found a draught free spot between the hay bales to have a sleep before being called back to her hunter once hunting had finished.

So a 1/3 of the roof is down with the rest to be completed on Monday ready for the metal structure to follow.

Laguepie chestnut fair

Yesturday was he annual chestnut fair at Laguepie, a small village in the Tarn et Garonne. The sun shone which made for an enjoyable time amberling round the market stalls, drinking coffee and eating hot chestnuts. Traditional dances and muscicians put on a display. In previous years there has been a mushroom display showing edible, toxic and fatal fungi in appropriate coloured boxes of green , red and black (leathel ones). I imagine no mushrooms could be found as it has been dry here for a while.

The many varieties of apples grown locally along with walnuts and chestnuts were laid out on tressel tables, so many different types of apples were displayed. As well as chestnuts for sale there was apple juice being made, which at this time of year many villages and organisations invite you to take your non treated apples along to have them pressed into juice for a small fee. We didn't stay for the set menu lunch, each course is chestnut based so you really have to love your chestnuts.