The journey from Surrey to Portsmouth via the A3 is much easier since the Hindhead Tunnel opened last year and we arrived at the port with plenty of time to spare. As it was a last minute change we could only get a four berth cabin but this meant that there was no arguing over who went on top! Also we had a TV which we don’t usually get in our normal two berth basic cabin. Dinner was taken in the self-service restaurant, I had the pork special which was lovely and tender and Andy had his traditional steak frites. We also polished off a nice bottle of red between us. Then, as the boat was rolling a little bit and we were quite tired, especially Andy as he hadn’t had a proper day off for weeks, we went off to bed and immediately fell asleep. Karen, if you are reading this, you won’t be surprised to hear that I received a booking enquiry that evening in the middle of La Manche – how do they know?! The next morning after a good night's sleep the wind had dropped and we had a sunny view of St Malo approaching us as we ate our breakfast – what a splendid way to start the day!
We of course we planning on taking it easy after we had unpacked the car but the state of the garden proved too tempting. After a quick bite to eat we were soon out weeding and tidying up in the sunshine.
Our rose bush had gone mad and was completely covered in blooms and smelt gorgeous. The perfume pervaded the whole garden – I am so glad that I pruned it last autumn! We were pleased to see that the grass seed that we had sown in March at the back and side of the property is actually starting to turn into a lawn. There is now plenty of room in the gardens for guests to spread out and relax in or play games. We were a bit worried though that our new laurel hedge was looking more yellow than green but after a bit of research on the internet we found that that they were in need of some fertiliser.
We purchased some l’engrais (fertiliser) from Gamm Vert and then naturally found some cheaper in Leclerc’s a few minutes later – we should have known! We stocked up on necessities such as wine and cider and a fresh baguette and headed home. The rest of the afternoon was spent in the garden and the sun gods were kind. We caught up with our friendly neighbour Jean-Yves who owns the fields that surround our property. Well I say caught up, our French being what it is, it took a little while but fortunately Jean-Yves speaks some English so we got there in the end – I think! Jean-Yves’ uncle used to live in the cottage behind Ty Hir until he passed away last October. He was a lovely old Breton gentleman who we used to have the occasional “chat” with. He spoke a mixture of Breton and French so it was a bit of a challenge but he always had a sunny smile for us and seemed pleased to see us. We saw him out in his potager and later on putting away his chickens the day before he passed away peacefully at home at the age of 84 – that’s the way that I would like to go! His chickens are now looked after by his nephew and we have been the lucky recipients of some of their freshly layed eggs, still warm from the coop – a fair exchange for the free range of our garden I guess!
We saw not a soul except a one eyed German Shepherd dog that come over to say hello. Our only other company were swallows who whirled and swooped over our heads.
The walk provided us with some beautiful views of the rolling hills of the Poher (the name given to this part of central Brittany) framed by fluffy white clouds.
Over the newly planted fields we could see the spire of the church of nearby Plouyé in the distance - one day we plan to ride our mountain bikes to this lovely village but we need to do a bit of exercise first as there are a couple of small hills to negotiate!
If perchance you were waiting for the next installment of our property search in France I shall pick this up again upon our return to Blighty - for now I am going to bore you with our holiday snaps ;-)