The local ostriches take it easyA cold but sunny start to the day although a sharp wind by the shore made things feel bitter. Not surprisingly a slow and lazy start to the day.
Peter did get his carcass out for a walk this morning, just around the village and its environs. A sign has appeared for a new ZAC " Motte Brûlée" - I am sure about the two "e's" but might have the accent wrong? Anyway I am sure these names are not meant to mean anything "burnt earth"? We followed the sign but there is no sign of anything except "works access" signs that lead back to the bit of land under development mentioned previously.
What is clear is that the boundary of the commune of Marsilly is tightly drawn and any parcel of land within that boundary is hotly pursued for development. There is a small parcel of land (just over 3000 square metres, just around the corner from Rue de Nantilly that was portioned up into five lots with planning permission in February 2009. Already two have house on them. The lots are adjacent to the organic, free range, chicken farm that carries with it a distinctive and acrid farmyard smell. So, unless the remaining plots are actually the farmyard and that activity and smell will disappear, those taking up the plots will need to enjoy a strong countryside aroma.
As I write this note Angela is once again baking - I am worried that it is becoming a compulsion - but on one of the few days in France that the boulangerie do not open, having fresh baked bread is a real treat.
Last night's Coq Au Vin worked pretty well although not true to traditional recipe's. Peter fell asleep through the french new year chimes but managed to rouse himself to get to midnight with the UK before crashing out until 9.30 this morning. Which is pretty much were we came in.
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