It is strange that the one of the first French words taught to me by Mr Watson the headmaster, was le Camion Jaune (‘the yellow lorry’, Jo), and when I went in search of crushed limestone for my parking areas the guy at the yard asked “”if that yellow truck would be able to deliver in my village” pointing to a yellow tipper!
I had decided to take advantage of the fact the digger hire company could pick up until Thursday, effectively giving me a free day, try to surface the parking areas in limestone.
All went well, with the delivery arranged for midday and right on time the yellow lorry trundled into Le Port. After reversing in and crushing one of my treepits, it all went wrong!
This time not for me! But for the driver. Loaded with twelve tonnes, his tipper mechanism would not work. He huffed and puffed but it would not work and worse still 12.30pm came a went and he could not stop for his 1 ½ hour lunch.
At 1.00pm his colleague arrived and with out a word they drove off. I suspected the lure of lunch had got the better of them and to hell with the English guy, but I was wrong. Less than hour later he returned, tipper fixed. No lunch for Bruno today!
The afternoon was spent with Sam on the digger and me on the shovel and 12 tonnes was spread evenly. We could have done with a roller but with the price of hire in France the weather will have to that job!
Like all visits to Frelon Cottage, nothing ever goes to plan and this time I had never expected to make such an impression on the landscaping!