Day 213, Sunday 3rd October
Croissant day; but the croissant shop is
closed! Nothing for it, but to emigrate.
Chris and the Boss spend their time moving all
the wood, concrete blocks and reels of cable from the main part of
the barn to the central section, in preparation for tomorrows
Pete and I start to clear the weeds from the
"dump". There was a building here once, and now its just stones,
clay and rocks from the septic tank excavation. Oh, and weeds, the size
of triffids. The area has been sprayed with a biodegradable weed
killer and the time of the year has dried some of them. But it
is still hard work pulling up weeds, even without much root. The
roots seems to grip the rocks.
At lunch we share a bottle of Bourru. This
is the first pressing of white wine, tasting like apple juice, but
still 11% alcohol. This means I need a siesta after lunch.
When we start to burn the weeds we have
cleared, the wind suddenly changes and oh well, we've upset the
neighbours again. Another good opportunity to practise my French and
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