It was cold last night. The rain cleared and the temperature fell.
When I opened the windows it was thick mist and a heavy dew covered the grass, but it had a Spring feel.
My task today, I decided was to clear the downstairs back room (we call it the the salon, but don’t know if that’s right!). The major work was to remove the plaster board that was cladding (and hiding) the oak beams.
The Ceiling comes Down (note the walnut shells)
This was not just an aesthetic task as, as I suspected, the void between the two was full of all kinds of dust and dirt.
Judging by the corn husks and half walnut shells, I think half the rodent population of south western France has lived in this house at some stage.
By lunchtime the earlier Spring feel had materialised into a glorious day. Blue skies and twenty degrees (I am sorry Aneesa, I know you still have no oil and the temperature is less than half of that!).
The Sun Comes Out
After lunch in the sunshine, I proceeded to undo much of the good work cleaning, by generating clouds of dust cutting a trench in the concrete floor for the new pipework.
Exhausted, I headed into Riberac for provisions and a well-earned beer at the Café De Colonnes .
Cafe Des Colonnes Riberac
Frelon Cottage 