It is now 12 months since my euphemistically described “man shed” has been completed and the architect somewhat tongue in cheek labelled it my music studio and I would be the 1st to deny that I am not by any stretch of the imagination a musician. I certainly love music so I’m happy to go with that label although a dear friend when she saw it last month said “this is not a studio it’s a pavilion!” To see the construction, click on the Download button.
I am hoping to in the next few weeks create a blog which shows the garden in all its autumnal colours. I have just spent the last few days putting in the spring balance so there will be hopefully as well a massive colour come August and September.
The Music studio and Garden are coming together really well and I am quite pleased indeed proud of the creation￼… so the take home message is there is even more to come.
Three days in Brisbane – staying at this club like accommodation in the CBD. A gentlemen’s club, heavens knows how they let me in. All smartphones requested on silent, no smoking allowed of course even cigars.
The cycle trip has finished and there is a certain warm glow and smugness in achieving 8 days of exercise. This my last supper at the Hostellerie De La Bouriane, Gourdon. It is silver service and the Maître D’ is dressed in a dinner suit and is obviously the ONLY member of staff on duty, indeed is the owner.
I have visions of the episode of “Fawlty Towers” in which Basil attempts a silver service dinner and predictably fails, not only because of Basil, but the chef was intoxicated or was the chef going out as it was previously his rostered night off?
I am reassured by the impressive olde world dining room and the menu, not to mention the Maître D’ who does appear to be in control, although it will be a long evening but worth the wait
The formal dining room
La Salade du Moment
This was quite a creation as the apparent mozzarella balls were in fact an iced sorbet like taste but with actual mozzarella.
The route was to La Roque St Christopher thence St Leon sur Vezere. Again a relatively early start with a brisk climb at the beginning, which of course meant a great descent on the return.
The route for the day
On the road to La Roque St Christopher
The prehistoric site La Roque St Christopher
A fascinating education on cave dwelling in which for more than 20000 years humans and their ancestors carved villages out of the cliff face using the natural caves with modifications. It was primarily for security rather than to market penthouse dwellings!
One of the more fascinating pieces of history which caught my eye was the reign of Charles 111, King of West Francia from 879 to 929. He managed to father 6 daughters by his first marriage, a son by his second marriage and several “bastards” . He was affectionately called Charles the Simple, although obviously able to do more than simple arithmetic! Actually the French word was more literally translated as “straightforward”.
Britain will, in the near future, have its very own Charles the Simple.
The longest staircase carved out of a single piece of rock in all of Europe
The Romanesque church in St Leon sur Vezere
The interior of the church – which has parts of the original frescoes on the dome
Another beautiful day of “doable” cycling setting out a little before 9am with crisp, cool windless weather. Here is the route map:
The early morning sun and trees on the road to Les Milandes
Another bloody Chateaux on the road to Milandes.
I have a sense that almost all of these fairytale chateaus are privately owned and at least one of which I rode past, by a middle Eastern oil sheik. I don’t for one moment assume that it’s the only such one.
A remarkable chateau in Milandes which belonged to an equally remarkable woman Josephine Baker
Josephine Baker was an Afro American singer and dancer who rose from poverty to become one of the most famous stars in the Paris music and vaudeville shows of the 30s and 40s. Equally famous for serving in the French resistance, sheltering people wanted by the Nazi and also after the war adopting 11 orphans from all parts of the world and espoused that great truism “all men are created equals” well before her time. She died penniless, so generous was she with her philanthropy that was forced to sell the chateau. Look her up on Google
The view from yet another chateau- the Castelnaud Castle
The church at St Cyprien
Thus Romanesque church in St Cyprien once belonged to an Augustinian Abbey. Of course like all Roman Catholic Churches it had to have a “relic” and as Jesus’ foreskin had already been claimed, the Augustinian monks were quite circumspect about the dilemma and bid for a thorn from the crown. Being a frugal Order they were more than content with just one thorn. It was called the “Sainte Epine” or holy thorn! But there is more to this delicious story as it ( the thorn) had naturally miraculous powers and so sick pilgrims would flock to the church so that the Abbey would rub his thorn against the body of the sick!
The practice of rubbing a little prick against a parishioner’s body is still carried on to this day in some monasteries.
A delightful meal inclusive of the tour price! Eating at arguably the best restaurant in the Dordogne. The reviews in Trip Advisor certainly agreed.
I dined with the 3 Canadian women who are with same cycle company and whom I met at the outset but not quite the same itinerary. Good fortune had us arriving at La Roque-Gageac on the same day. It is the custom of these 3 travel companions to share a bottle of champagne at some stage and tonight I was part of the group so a bottle of the best quality Champagne was duly ordered and consumed.
Here is the menu of the chef for the season / which I chose although there was an a la carte option.