After posting a new blog entry last week about my November trip, I am now back in the UK and posting about my latest visit.
Driving down after over nighting in Calais and sampling probably the best chips I have ever tasted, from ‘Friterie Claudia’ in the town square, I realised that this may be my last visit to Riberac as a citizen of the European Union. A situation that puts our Easter holiday here and long term future in the balance.
Still we continue on with the renovation. This time the piggery bathroom floor, garden tidy and movement of plants not my designer’s eye and resowing of the bare patches on the lawn, amongst other tasks!
After much deliberating about style and harmony with a rural French cottage and having ruled out encaustic and porcelain pattern tiles, I have decided upon good old ‘Terre Cuite’. But as is normal, I am not laying in a straight forward way but in a 45 degree bond with a framework in larger tiles. This is not for masochistic tendencies but because none of the walls in this small room are square or parallel and this bond will detract from this. To further complicate I am also laying an insulation board and electric under floor heating.
The weather for this week was in the high teens and sunny everyday, in contrast to this visit last year when it snowed and settled, so working inside and not being tempted by the gardening is difficult.
Laying the insulation and heating mat was straight forward , as was the frame of larger tiles, but then came the 45 degree infill. This was Ok to start with but the cuts, oh the cuts! These took the best part of a day.
From experience of the downstairs room we have realised that to point/grout up without staining these soft absorbent tiles it is best to seal and impregnate the tiles beforehand. As this takes an hour to dry and needs three coats, it gave ample time for garden work in the sunshine.
Next day, like a mad Patissier armed with a large piping bag of jasmine grout (this colour as research has shown that traditionally this would have been lime and the dust from cutting the tiles giving a pinky white colour) I set about this monumental task! One whole day on hands and knees the floor was complete and ready for more sealing tomorrow…..but wait, I leave tomorrow at 14.00!
Up at 06.00 to seal the floor, sow the grass seed, tidy and clean the house, I still managed to leave on time and trundle back up to Calais. Arriving at 21.30, too tired to sample the delights of Friterie Claudia, I retire straight to bed happy in the knowledge I have achieved all that I set to complete this week.
Rising early again for breakfast next morning and on the 08.06 Eurotunnel train back to the UK, I planned to be home by 10.00.
I may have been dozing but as the train pulled into Folkstone, did the announcer on the train tannoy really say “We will shortly be arriving………don’t forget to put your watches back forty years…..”?