Diary of Covid-19 confinement, day forty-two

The potager in the sun yesterday

Day forty-two, 27^th April 2020

As week six draws to a close, it has been a bit of a nothing day today. A foggy start put paid to our idea of cycling into Chef Boutonne to pick up a few bits from the pharmacy and supermarket. I didn’t even feel any thrill of excitement at getting out and seeing the real world. By the time the fog lifted, the rain had rolled in and getting outside was limited to dashing out to make sure the courgette and tomato seedlings weren’t in any danger of damage.

I’m not even bothering to cook this evening, thanks to the fact that the freezer has accumulated three individual lasagne portions, one fish pie, one vegetable pasta bake, one risotto, three different sweet potato and vegetable curries and one as yet unidentified meal in the last six weeks. Adrian has bravely volunteered to eat the mystery meal tonight while Ed tucks into a lasagne. I’ll be having a light meal of soup followed by a late yoga class that experience has taught me isn’t the most comfortable if you’ve just scoffed down a curry with rice and naan breads.

Tomorrow at 15h we will have an address by the French Prime Minister, Edouard Philippe about what we can expect from 11^th May when our restrictions are due to be lifted. 

Stay indoors, stay safe.

Gorges de Save, Pyrenees 27th April 2012

April holiday memory 

My April holiday memory today takes us back to 27^th April 2012 when we were on a Mini Cooper road trip and had arrived in St Gaudens in the Pyrenees from Villeneuve-sur-Lot. The morning had been damp as we drove through the plum, peach, apple and nut orchards around Agen and Condom, but the further south we went, the brighter the weather. The afternoon took us through the Cotes de Gascoigne and Armagnac vineyards as well as poultry farms with their fields of muddy white ducks. This picture is (I think) taken in the Gorges de Save that proved to be a pretty detour and we do love driving Gizmo the Mini through gorges. We caught our first glimpse of the snow-capped Pyrenees just before arriving in St Gaudens and we had a great view of them from our hotel window too.