255. Nuts in May

29th May. Apologies for letting the dust settle in here but I've been a bit busy lately. Here's a favourite organ piece to unwind to - it's "Nimrod" from Edward Elgar's Variations - and it's played beautifully here by Diane Meredith Belcher on the Quimby Pipe Organ at William Jewell College, Liberty, Missouri. I apologise for the hiss on the recording but I don't think it detracts too much from this fine interpretation. (Brass band version here)

This is one of the pieces the choir has been working up for a concert in October. It's "The Flight into Egypt, from The Childhood of Christ" by Hector Berlioz. It's a very expressive piece to sing and we're slowly getting there! (needless to say, the choir below is not us!) 

17th May. Villefranque is a picturesque Basque village that's situated on the slopes overlooking the beautiful river Nive.  It's 8-10km inland from Bayonne and we stayed in this gîte in the village for 5 months when we first arrived here in 2007.  (It's the big white farmhouse here in the centre).

If you're ever looking for a holiday in a peaceful gîte set in an idyllic location n the Pays Basque, run by a genuinely friendly and hospitable couple, I'd recommend it unreservedly. 

I regularly used to row on the olive green waters of the Nive from Bayonne as far as Villefranque and sometime beyond as far as the weir at Ustaritz.  

Here's a new picture of a dog who likes his comfort.  He decided to take early retirement at one year old and here he is taking a load off this afternoon:

13th May.  Against a background of dark clouds heavy with rain blowing in off the sea, I took the pooch for a quick walk down at the beach at Anglet this morning. As I left the house, I picked up a CD of Rock and Roll classics that I hadn't played for a long time. We only managed 10 minutes on the big field there during which he did the necessary before we had to dash back to the car as another heavy shower blew in - and so I listened to a few golden oldies (this one caught my ear - Eddie Cochrane's "Three Steps to Heaven" - released 58 years ago!) as the rain drummed on the car roof.

12th May. I watched Leinster play Racing 92 in the final of the European Champions Cup this afternoon and somehow, against a powerful Racing selection, the Irish side emerged 15-12 winners.  I thought that Racing had marginally enjoyed a slight edge in the wet conditions - conditions that pointed towards an attritional battle between the opposing forwards - and Racing had some big 'units'.  No-one was throwing the ball around and it became something of a dour match with all the points coming from penalties.  However, as the second half wore on, it looked as though the tide had at last turned as Leinster raised their game in the last few minutes and took the initiative - scoring twice in six minutes - to take the lead for the first time in the match.  In extra time, Racing missed a drop goal that would have leveled the scores.  Not a great match for those who like to see matches won by tries, but a win's a win. This is a golden era for Irish rugby - for both club and country!

11th May. By the way - the other day I dragged the plancha out of its winter storage in the garage - so, that means it's officially summer!  I'd covered all the metal parts in grease before putting it away last autumn so after I wiped all that off it, it was soon looking as good as new again.  I'm now waiting for the first opportunity to fire it up. Bring on the sardines, salad, a fresh baguette, a bottle of chilled rosé.. followed up with a contemplative Greek coffee and aaagh! At this point I always used to add: .. and a cigarillo.. I used to smoke the odd one but I stopped (voluntarily) about two years ago and as Basil Fawlty used to say: "That particular avenue of pleasure has been closed off." I still miss them. (Mar 2020. Edited to add: I no longer miss them..)

We went to Dancharia (just across the border in Spain) for some shopping yesterday and as we were leaving after our quick shop, coach-loads of pensioners were arriving from villages in Les Landes.  We've been caught up with these before - the aisles in the shops get blocked with confused old dears in charge of huge shopping trolleys and after they've finished shopping, they launch themselves out into the car park without looking left or right.  How there aren't more accidents I'll never know.

On the way home, we stopped at Ascain for lunch at one of our 'bankers' - the Restaurant Larralde (right) - a longtime favourite of ours.  We overdid things slightly (always the danger there!) - starting with the omelette aux cèpes, followed by a perfectly cooked steak with roquefort sauce, then an île flottante for Madame and a café/pistache ice cream for me.  They serve a very generous measure of wine by the glass.  I had a velvety Irouléguy Gorri d'Ansa for only 4.50€. As nice as that was, I still had to drive home. One glass of red at midday is enough for me these days - any more and I'd need an afternoon zizzzz! Needless to say, we didn't eat in the evening. If you ever find yourself in the vicinity of Ascain, I'd have no hesitation in recommending the Restaurant Larralde. (The house red is Madiran) By the way, Ascain is a picture-perfect Basque village and if you are visiting the Pays Basque for the first time, make sure you drag yourself away from the pleasures of the coast to pay the village a visit - you won't regret it.   

7th May.  The footage that's emerging from the eruption of the volcano known as Kilauea on the Big Island, Hawaii looks truly shocking.. and its impact is made worse by the slowness of the outpouring of lava (pyroclastic flow) as homeowners are forced to watch their houses being swallowed up.  Here's a disturbing clip filmed by someone on the roof of his house (starts at 1:48). All around is a verdant tropical normality - except at the bottom of his garden where a fiery vision of hell is erupting.

6th May.  Finally we were able to sit out on the terrace this evening in the sun (24° at 7pm) and have a game of cards with an apéro. OK, I was thrashed 6-2 (sob!) but it's only a game innit?! Let's hope this marks a beginning.

5th May.  We took Bulldozaire (aka our cocker anglais) along to his second dog training session this morning. It's held out in a field about 20 minutes from here. Last week, the ground was sodden and all three of us returned home covered in mud. After he'd been hosed down in the shower, he slept the rest of the afternoon away.

The session started this morning with all the dogs off their leads for about 15 minutes - I suppose it's done to dispel all, or perhaps some at least, mutual curiosity and as a bonus - it provides their owners with a good laugh! There must have been a dozen or more of them - all "bad lads" who haven't so far been able to respond to the usual incitements to good behaviour. They were all more or less of the same age with a few older recividists in the mix to add some spice to the proceedings! Only one - a young boxer - got a bit over-enthusiastic and she was exiled to a field next door to cool her heels for a while. Our dog proved himself to be more or less incapable of following simple instructions (I'll leave you to decide who he takes after!). He's coming up to one year old and he's very independent and likes doing things his way. We'll see!

Madame found this channel on the TV (in France it's on Ch 122).. and amazingly, our pooch watches it in rapt fascination. It's probably targeted at stay-at-home dogs - but he watches it with an unblinking stare!

4th May.  Surely this month will see the return of the sun on a more or less permanent basis.  Down here in the Pays Basque, we've had the Mother of all Wet Starts to the year - and yes, while part of me looks with some pleasure at how our lawn is looking (I never thought I'd hear myself say that!), a greater part of me wishes that it was shorts & t shirt weather every day.  I also want to get out there on my e-bike.

I had a letter from the Prefecture up at Bordeaux to acknowledge receipt of my application for French nationality and now I'm waiting for the call to go up there for a chat.  Hope there's not a 'practical' - like for example, "Finally, we'd like you to demonstrate your commitment to France by showing us how much you appreciate this..".  At this point a flunky steps forward and whips the domed cover off a steaming plate of 'Tête de veau' (calf's head).  That would be my personal Red Line..!

In case you're wondering, the title of this month's post comes from this..