Posts from the Var Side, 10th October

THURSDAY 10TH OCTOBER 2013 – Entertaining

They are trimming the palm trees all about town, and today was the turn of the ones outside our holiday home. It’s not as delicate a job as trimming might suggest, but rather involves hydraulics and chainsaws and lots of shouting. Along with the new do’s, it seems every so often – about one in ten – a tree will get the full shaven, chop-topped treatment, and after stands club-like, squat and a little embarrassed.
We have a joke here that the mayor (himself as tall as a palm) arranges such activities for our being here, as every year we’ve been coming and no matter the time of year, there’s some terrifically noisesome municipal undertakings: replacing all the bollards; relocating a drain; and one memorable year installing a comically short expanse of dropped kerb, which took seven working days, as many rolls of cordon, and the very best efforts of half a dozen smoking men. But this is the way of a town that’s a Busytown, and in the main we are very well insulated from the noise, and enjoy the entertainment the works can provide.
Here’s some o’ that hot palm-trimming action.


In the evening Annie and Willi came over, and so did my godson, his missus and their lovely little girl, and we had a great feast of everything craquant et nibbly, and the Corsican sausage was a hit. We’d got in some Corsican beer too, rather forgetting that the gang are off to the island tomorrow and will have their fill there.

Cheeky Little Sausage 1

Cheeky Little Sausage 1

Little Cheeky Sausage 2 (and yes, that is HP Sauce on the table)

Cheeky Little Sausage 2 (and yes, that is HP Sauce on the table)

And today the wind got up and the temperature dropped a couple of beats, which we knew was coming, but it’s still wonderfully warm and wonderful to be here, and with our family too.

All of which was mainly Thursday.


About Stevie Mitchell

I come from a long line of cartoons and beer. I was once peed on by a tiger. Hoping the resultant super-powers are yet to come, cos if these are they, then, grrrr....
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