Our house hunting tactics have led us
from the estate agents to the more 'grass roots' contacts. We met Addie,
a dutch lady, one day whilst out walking. Her husband, Max, a French
man, called up his friend Pierre. Who in turn, called us. He is a mason,
farmer, restorer of old vehicles and knows everyone in the area worth
knowing. A few of them are thinking of selling their house.
The house in question, is still in question. We both really like it,
the buildings, the grounds and the scale of it all. It is owned and
lived in by two brothers, unmarried and both in their seventies. One
of the brothers told Pierre that he wanted to sell. The other was not
available for comment. We have since called Pierre twice to keep the
kettle boiling, but as yet we have no definite answer.
The last month we have been concentrating more on the
immigration process than in house hunting. Getting the cars onto French
number plates involves a lot of paperwork, even with all Caroline's
At the same time, I am building up my stock of paintings and drawings
for the Artisans' market in Marciac in the beginning of July. It's hard
work producing paintings to order. Then I have to scan them in, print
them out, and frame them. Thankfully, Caroline's Mother, Marianne, brought
a passpartout cutter from Amsterdam, so at least the frames will look
France Telecom fitted ADSL broadband
in Nieke's house last Tuesday. On Thursday, I was up a ladder, stretching
a tension cable the thirty meters, via a huge oak tree, to our pavilion
and wrapping the ADSL line around it all the way to our computer.
I had to fit the heads on to the internet cable (made up of eight
dfferent coloured wires) and was very relieved (and a little proud)
when our screen lit up with the homepage of our website. We can now
listen to internet radio, read the news on-line, listen to Wimbledon,
print out a route planner and finally be in contact by email without
any hassles. Bliss. Just as important is the fact that I can now be
available to work on-line for people outside of the Gers. That's
a hint, by the way.
The fastest village idiot in the South West. Wanna see it again?
I want to be as low tech as possible, but contact with
the outside world is the injection we need.