I now have my second grandchild, a beautiful little Welsh girl called Lily. She was born on 7th Nov and I will be meeting her in only 11 days. Her brother, Dexter just less than 2 years her senior has a King Charles puppy to distract him from the fact that Mummy is a bit busy but I am sure the two of them will have a lot of fun in the coming times.
I have started a couple of new language classes, one over in St Yrieix la Perche. It’s about 40 mins drive but has the advantage of a Lidl I can pop into after class. This is a more formal one than I have been to in the past (Open University notwithstanding). Its advantage is that it has 5 levels and the 5th level stretches me – there is a teacher at the front and for two hours each week we read through newspaper articles etc mostly about politics at the moment, because the French right wing primaries are happening here soon. It seems that there are 5 centre right candidates to pare down for selection before the actual elections next year. I gather that there are no left candidates at all. That being said, France is pretty socialist so even the centre right are left of the most liberal conservatives in the UK. The frightening thing is that Marine Le Penn (extreme right) is running next year and has gained a lot more kudos in the wake of the Trump disaster. It looks like similar stuff is going on in other parts of Europe too, well, if Trump can be elected then anything could happen!
Anyway there is also an Anglo-Francais group of English and French who meet each month and take afternoon tea (if you can count weak black tea or coffee as that, albeit with some homemade cakes plus chocolate truffles and biscuits). We all rattle away, mostly in French and it is a lot of fun.
Autumn has hit with a vengeance, piles of dead leaves to wade through on the morning walk. The hillsides are patchy with yellow and reds as well as dark evergreen. Delia says it’s a false memory but I sure I remember that this time last year I was wearing t-shirts but not now, it’s pretty chilly. With the season comes the pre-christmas markets. They seem to be called marches des cadeaux (or at least the Gift fair we went to today in Piegut was). Lots of artisan crafts, often pricey but mostly unique. We got some gifts to give at Christmas and now I’m trying to see if I have room in my hand baggage for when I fly over to the UK in a week or so.