I awake early and head down to the boulangerie to pick up croissants for our breakfast. The shop smells lovely and is full of delicious bread, baguettes, anciennes(old recipe), épi(baguette dough, risen and then snipped with scissors to form a wheat sheaf effect) ficelles(very thin small baguettes, sometimes filled with Roquefort or cured sausage). I order loaves and patisseries for the evening and walk back home. Everyone is already up working and getting the house ready for our visitors later in the day. We finish the chores and sit out in the garden, enjoying our fresh pastries and coffee in the sunshine.

Abi and friends arrive in the afternoon, tired and excited after a long, hot journey. Joe, Jan and Dot greet them just before they head off to Barcelona for a few days. We show everyone to their rooms and sort out drinks and snacks while they unpack and have a rest. In the meantime, we get the barbecue ready for the evening meal and prepare a selection of meats for the grill – Toulouse sausage, steak haché, entrecôte, chicken and huge crevettes. We make up various salads from the produce bought at the village shop – very fresh and delivered that morning.

One by one, everyone comes down to the garden and we start the evening with various aperitifs. Blanquette de Limoux, Rosé, beers, gin and tonics and Ed’s famous Bloody Marys (see his recipe at end of blog).

After the meal, we serve up cheese, followed by patisseries and finish with more drinks and coffees. We stay for a while, listening to music, then leave the younger crowd to clear up and head up to bed after a wonderful, busy and enjoyable day. Tomorrow we will drive to La Cite in Carcassonne and soak up the atmosphere of that fascinating ancient town.

Bon nuit à tous

ED’S BLOODY MARY

Tomato juice – a good make

Vodka (amount to your liking)

I measure of Muscat (or Sweet Sherry)

Lemon

Celery

Salt and Pepper

Tabasco Sauce

Worcestershire Sauce

Ice

Two large glasses

Put lemon slice and ice in glass, add Muscat or Sherry, and the vodka (1 or 2 or more measures according to taste!) Top up the glass with tomato juice, Tabasco, Worcestershire Sauce and salt and pepper. Mix and taste – adjust as necessary and serve with celery stick.

À Votre santé

We leave Vierzon and head down the A20 via Toulouse to Mirepoix. The French toll roads are easy to drive with very little traffic and plenty of Aires (rest areas) The Aires are plentiful and convenient. They have petrol, shops, cafes and loos. We stop at the Aire Jardin des Causses de Lot. This Aire is near to the Grotte du Pêche Merle, with cave paintings from 30,000 years ago. We have a great picnic provided by Jan, including a large and delicious quiche lorraine.

We arrive in Mirepoix around 5pm and head to our maison de maître in Chalabre. We quickly unload the cars and open all the shutters to get the air through the house. The view of the Pyrénées is stunning.

We unpack and return to Mirepoix for an apéro in the medieval square.

Later, we meet up with other friends at Le Commerce (the oldest hotel and restaurant in Mirepoix). We choose one of several menus, ranging from 12€ to 40€. We order several bottles of Malpère wine from the Languedoc, which are soon brought to the table with water and fresh bread. After a short while, we are served a large platter of charcuterie, including cured meats, sausage and pâté, with grated celeriac, carrot, beetroot and green salad. We eat with gusto.

The plates are cleared and the next course arrives. Coquelet du moutarde – a delicious roasted poussin smothered in Dijon mustard and served with tiny new potatoes. Coquilles St Jacques – scallops in butter over a bed of finely sliced vegetables. Magret du canard – Duck breast pan fried and sliced, served with Dauphinoise potatoes. One of the local specialities is Cassoulet – a delicious stew of sausage, meat and beans. It is a very filling dish but my recipe below is a lighter version (with apologies to the Languedoc!)

A huge cheeseboard is left on the table for us to help ourselves. This includes a cheese made by the chef consisting of a garlic flavoured soft cheese, dipped in finely ground black pepper and shaped into a roll. When we came back to England for a celebration party, he made up a huge amount of the cheese and gave it to us as an anniversary present. Delicious! Puddings are served next – chocolate mousse, tarte tatin, riz au lait and cafe gourmand (a selection of three miniature desserts, a pink macaron, a chocolate eclair and an apple pastry, served with coffee).

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Today we head off to Europe – follow us on our journey through the places and countries we love. We start in Suffolk and head to the Eurotunnel for France. First stop Calais to pick up some wonderful French wines and delicious bread and cheeses. Vive La Belle France!

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From Calais, we head to Bony, where we arrive at a quaint little Ferme. We’ve booked a two bedroom suite but when we arrive, Dot’s bedroom is in the dining/kitchen/hall off our bedroom where the only way to the bathroom was through our bedroom. We are saved by the excellent food served that night and first class wines.

Next day we head to Vierzon, and the Chalet Du Foret, where we look forward to meeting up with brother Joe and his wife Jan, who often join us on our journeys through Europe.

Chalet du Foret is a delightful stopover, with cabins in the grounds of the hotel. They are pet friendly, so our little dog Polly is always welcome, both in the hotel and restaurant. Ed and Joe start with beers and Jan, Dot and I share a bottle of ice cold rosé. The boys deserve a drink after a long drive, and particularly for braving Paris and avoiding the drivers from hell. We sit outside and enjoy the evening air.

The meal is delicious, Courgette timbale, Steak frites, followed by Île Flottante, coffee and chocolates. (See recipe at end of this blog). We have a few more drinks and head to our chalet, ready for our onward journey next day.

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Paul went over to Doug’s place and took “Betty” for a test drive.

Weather was sunny and warm and slightly drier than the Brooklands circuit drive. Doug has worked so hard on this lovely car and it is looking brilliant – well done and thank you Dougie – we are all so excited for this trip!

Paul’s drive

Detail on the car as a tribute to the ladies who won the 1949 Alpine Coupe des Dames Betty Haig and Barbara Marshall

Doug explaining the finer points

Dashboard detail

Rally polo shirts will be arriving soon – some laughter and discussion about the sizes, ranging from small to XXXL!

Less than two weeks to go gang – roll on the 7th June – more news to follow soon!

Doug Nixon has organized what we hope will be an extraordinary adventure through France, Italy and Switzerland with Betty Haig’s beautiful old MGTC car. Roger Farmer has published a marvellous book entitled “A Life Behind the Wheel” which details Betty’s life and to quote Roger “her need for speed!” The car won the Rallye des Alpes in 1946 and Doug will be recreating that trip along with his pals, this summer

Ed was lucky enough to drive the car around the circuit at Brooklands and attended the Q and A session afterwards with Richard and Doug. Paul and Kevin will be testing the car out tomorrow.

Last week was our first meeting to discuss the agenda and what a great night we had at Paul’s pub The Old Pottery Kiln in Witham, Essex. Good time was had by all

We put a WhatsApp group together so that we could share pictures and ideas. Doug however, had a little trouble joining and we posted a few photos of him trying to grasp the complexities of WhatsApp life, including one of a 1970s phone and someone typing messages at three words a minute. Luckily Ian was able to sort his dad’s phone out and Doug is now one of the Alpine Adventure Group!

Kate suggested that we need a playlist for the trip so we all chipped in with our favourites.

Willie Nelson – On the Road Again

Bon Jovi – Living on a Prayer

ELO – Mr Blue Sky

Bowie – Rebel Rebel

Eagles – lying Eyes

Queen – Don’t Stop Me Now

Meatloaf – Bat out of Hell

Europe – Final Countdown

To name but a few – any suggestions, please let us know!

Ed, Maggie and Kate will head off first to France. Doug, Richard and Kevin will be following on the next day, after presenting the car at the Hurlingham Club. Paul and Carol will fly out on the Monday and other friends will join us at various stages. We will all meet up in Allos to start the Rally.

More blogs to follow soon

Although the most important room for us in a house is always the kitchen, next in line has to be the bathrooms.  When we moved into our Maison in Chalabre, the bathrooms were very old-fashioned and forty years out of date.  Madame was living on the ground floor and used the loo and bath next to her bedroom, and the rest of the house remained unchanged from the 1970s.

We decided where we wanted the new bathrooms to be and which of the old bathrooms we would get rid of.  Christian the plumber, helped us choose the new fittings.  We worked out a plan for when he could do the work, bearing in mind we were having a huge house party in the Autumn with all our friends coming out from the UK.  He took it all on board and promised to have it done in time.

We needed to have a few walls knocked down in order to make the bathrooms bigger.  Abi’s room had a fireplace in the corner and an old kitchen next door which all had to come out before we could start the plumbing work.  We were due to go on holiday along the Canal du Midi the following week, (see our story on this in a future blog – including the Bassett walking the plank!) so we decided to hire some local workmen to take the walls down.  Not our best idea!  They knocked down the walls, plus one extra wall that shouldn’t have come down. They killed off Abi’s goldfish and managed to cover the whole house in a thick white dust.  We were not happy and called Christian to come over and see the damage.  He arrived, took one look and shrugged – “Bon, ca va, on y va!  Ok, well that’s it, on we go”. He corrected the errors they had made and built a new wall ready for the bathrooms to be plumbed in the following week.

Christian worked hard and had most of the fittings in place within a couple of weeks.  They looked good and now we had just the tiling and a few other jobs to finish.  Christian arranged for someone to do this work, plus another person to fit the flooring and at the same time, close all the openings for the pipe work.  Our friends were due out on the Friday and on the Thursday, I spent the day shopping for food and supplies.  I arrived back home late that afternoon and started to unpack the shopping.  As I was putting away the provisions, I could hear people singing.  No, actually I could hear men singing.  I walked to the bottom of the stairs and started to go up.  As I got nearer to the first floor I could hear the tune.  It was “C’est si Bon” and all of them were joining in. Christian was leading this spontaneous choir of workmen.  They all knew the words and were singing along whilst they worked – one of the funniest things I have ever seen as I walked into the bathroom and there they were – all dressed in overalls – tiling, plumbing, cutting, nailing and painting.  All singing along and tapping  their tools as instruments to accompany the song.

True to his word, Christian finished the work in time for our house party.  Our friends arrived and were impressed with the work that had been done and a good time was enjoyed by us all. (See previous blog  SPAIN AND SEAFOOD  on the food served at this party)

We had a great weekend with our friends and after they had all left we sat down for a while and started making plans for the next part of the house to be renovated.  The sitting room.   I took out the sketch pad and started drawing.

We started looking at kitchen suppliers. We had priced up several different places but eventually decided on our usual provider – IKEA. Ed has fitted so many kitchens in his life (for friends, parents, and many for us) that he can do the job almost blindfolded. IKEA kitchens are practical and (for Ed), easy to put together. There is always a great choice, and the store was only an hour away in Toulouse.

We took our trusty Volvo and three pages of measurements with us (Ed’s an engineer and he measures twenty times and cuts once!) and off we went. We collected up all the necessary pieces from various areas in IKEA –  fittings, shelves, pullouts, hooks, baskets and worktops and loaded the volvo. We would source the sink and taps from the DIY near Aigue Vives – a small village ten minutes away from Chalabre.

The car was so heavily laden, it looked like a speedboat coursing through the waves, front up and back down.  Volvos – we love ‘em, the work horse of the middle class haha.

We unloaded the boxes the next day and put them in the kitchen. Christian still had some work to do but the space was so big, we could leave them against one wall and still have room to seat ten people on a table in the middle.

During this period we went back to the UK, to see our friends and family. It seemed a little surreal as we drove from Stansted to our friends’ house.  The roads were incredibly busy compared to France and all the cars seemed very new and in good order.   Most of the cars in the South West of France are fairly old and the children at Abi’s school called me Madame Wood with the limousine. (a six year old volvo!). It was always refreshing to see how differently these children lived. No designer clothes at school here,  nor iphones or ipads until they were older.

Ed decided to take down the big stone cupboard in the kitchen before we started fixing the units. I decided to go out. Between him and Ian (the carpenter) they knocked it down in a day and carted the stones up to the local déchetterie (waste centre). The next job took slightly longer as they wanted to cut a large square in the wall to connect the dining area. The walls are more than 18 inches thick in our house and it took a while.  Eventually after a couple of days hard work, the hole was there and we could see the dining area.

When we had some French friends over for dinner, they asked us why had we cut a hole in the wall.   Ed replied that now everyone can see us when we are preparing meals and we can see them. Why? They asked, the kitchen is for cooking!  We laughed at this. It was yet another aspect of French culture that made our new life so interesting.

One morning whilst I was working, the doorbell rang and standing on the doorstep,  was a small dapper man with hair greased back like Elvis, wearing  blue overalls.

“Bonjour madame, je suis le Ramoneur”

“Pardon” I said?

“I am zee chimney sweep”. He explained in pigeon English.

“But we don’t need them swept” I replied.

“Yes madame, it is the lew”. He said,  sounding like Peter Sellers in the Pink Panther.

I told him to come back another day.  I checked with the guys who were working on the top floor, painting, and they said yes, you need to have a certificate for your insurance. The chimney sweep came back again after a couple of days and I left him to clean the two chimneys.  Only months later, did we find out that Christian our plumber was qualified to do the work and would have made a much better job of it.  The sweep broke some tiles on the roof and didn’t tell us. He stole some of the fire grates and for the pleasure of that, he  charged us  double the normal price!  So some things weren’t so sunny in France.

The kitchen was looking good and gradually taking shape.  We added a run of cupboards along the back wall which gave us great storage.  Ian and Ed fitted the worktops and we were almost done – in the kitchen anyway.

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Next job – the bathrooms!

We have been friends with Olivier and Benedicte Llobet since we moved to Chalabre.  They run the wonderful Llobet Restaurant in Mirepoix.  We met Benedicte when we were looking for somewhere to have lunch on Abi’s first day at her new school.  We had decided that Chalabre school was not working out for our daughter and her work was suffering, so we  looked around for somewhere more suitable.  After some detective work and advice from friends, we found a place at St. Maurice, a great little private school run by Madame LeRasle, with a really good reputation. (See future blog on this school).

We looked at the menu at LLOBETS and Benedicte greeted us at the door.  She politely asked if Abi had just started at St. Maurice school as she had seen us in the playground when she dropped her son and daughter off that morning.  I said yes and couldn’t believe that someone had already recognized us.  She was so friendly and pleasant and made us very welcome and we had a great lunch, all cooked by Benedicte and served by Olivier.  The two of them ran the whole place, with extra help only at peak times in the summer.

Every morning, I would drive Abi the fifteen minute journey to school, park in the square near the magnificent Mirepoix Cathedral and walk to the school gates.  After Abi had gone inside, I would head to Benedicte’s and have coffee with her in the restaurant kitchen. We would talk about everything, especially the children and their progress at school.

The  morning coffee became a daily habit and when I eventually bought a business in Mirepoix (Abigail’s Boutique), my first stop would always be to LLOBETS  for coffee and a chat. Some mornings, I would stand at the bar talking to Olivier and his pals about politics, work, food and life in general. It was comical at times to see some of the mens’ reactions to a woman actually having a view on French politics!

More to come about Mirepoix, the LLOBETS and other aspects of this medieval town!

Christian our plumber had been working on the house for several weeks and we were pleased with the results.  Every morning I would make him his usual cup of strong espresso and he would take ten minutes to discuss life, his work and most importantly  – food.  He was a real gastronome and every Monday he would relate the latest restaurant he had visited.  He would tell us about the chef, the food, the wine, the setting.  He had us drooling at some of the dishes he was describing.

One morning he was talking about a restaurant near Carcassonne at the Château de Cavanac.  He said it was one of the best he had ever tried (and he had tried many, having lived in Paris before coming down to the South West of France).  I asked him for the number but he said he would book it and take us.  We looked forward very much to the evening.  We were delighted with Christian’s work and wanted to show our appreciation and a trip to the restaurant would give us a chance to do this.

On the following  Saturday evening, we arrived at a beautiful Château, set just below Carcassonne, next to the golf course.  We drove through two enormous metal gates, into the courtyard.  The place was stunning, beautifully restored and was a hotel and restaurant.

We were greeted by a young lady, who showed us into the bar.  It was a beamed stone building with flagstone floors. The room was furnished with large comfortable chairs and sofas.  We sat down and within a couple of minutes, a waiter presented us with a tray of aperitifs. We sipped the drink.  It was a peach Kir – delicious.  Several dishes of amuse-bouche were left and we nibbled on those as we studied the menu. www.chateau-de-cavanac.fr

We were struggling with what to choose, so took Christian’s advice. We ordered and then asked about wine.
“C’est compris – tout est compris”. Said Christian

“Vraiment?”. I asked

“Oui – everything is included in the price”. He said

We were seated after about ten minutes, at a table in the main building.  It had a beautiful coloured glass window looking out to the courtyard and each table was laid with white linen and flowers from the garden.  Christian explained that nearly everything was produced at the Chateau.  The wines, the vegetables, the fruits, flowers, bread and even some of the meat came from their land.  We were impressed.

Almost as soon as we were seated, the waiter brought three bottles of wine from their vineyard.  A chilled to perfection Rosé, a crisp white and a perfect room temperature red.  There was water and soft drinks for the girls and freshly baked bread.

Up came the first course –

Foie gras with Muscat jelly for the men. Half a lobster for me. The girls chose crevettes, and Christian’s wife had oysters.

Next course was a choice of three hot dishes – snails in Carcassonne sauce, seafood gratin or crayfish in a spicy sauce.

And then the main event. Ed and Christian chose the suckling pig with honey. The girls had duck breast char-grilled. I had leg of lamb roasted in a wood oven. Christian’s wife had roast pigeon.  All delicious, cooked by Lois Gobin (the owner) and his team in the converted stable kitchens.

We were offered a selection of regional goats cheese, served with honey or a choice of desserts.  The men chose the cheeses and we had a chocolate mousse. The meal ended with coffee or a tisane.

After we finished, I asked Christian where the ladies loo was.  He got up and took me across the courtyard and showed me the WCs.  When I came out of the building, I was surprised to see Christian waiting for me.  He took me by the arm and said he wanted to show me something.   He opened the door to the men’s loo, it was empty.  I wondered what the hell was going to happen next.  He took me over to the huge antique sink and with his great big hands, started to explain just how beautiful this sink was.  To him it was a piece of art and he loved it. I didn’t know whether to be relieved or insulted.  But I laughed and had to agree with him and we stood there, admiring this piece of sanitary ware in a men’s loo, in a Chateau, in South West France.

When I returned to the table, Ed told me that he had asked for the bill but Christian had already paid it.

One of the most enjoyable nights we have ever experienced.

Vive la difference!

Next story – Out with the old and in with the new

Madame’s old kitchen transformed