October 26, 2016
October 25, 2016
Not as gloomy as it sounds:) Really enjoyed the day.
-And darling Gracie brought us supper when we got home, xxxx
Can't resist adding a photo of dead jellyfish, though maybe they resurrect when the tide turns. There were hundreds on the beach so lets hope so.
October 23, 2016
Sunday market quiet as befits an out-of-season day... still fun of course, many local friends about.
And in the evening, Mary, New Kelly, Gert and Elizabet (here for a brief week from Copenhagen) joined us for dinner and a good job too :) New Kelly brought pudding - chestnut ice-cream with white pepper.
Probably needs a poem to do it justice.
October 22, 2016
Every since seeing the Fabiola exhibition at the Portrait Gallery I've been impressed by the idea of her - not of her, per se, but of the ability of an image to strike a chord and to be maintained, without formal networks. This old review explains succinctly what I'm on about;
Anyway, today I found one:) Thrilled to bits... its a broach, brass, with Fabiola painted on glass over metallic paper. This from the Bugarach vide grenier, where patient Bob took me and Kat and Gracie and much fun was had - tea and delicious cakes and booty for all ( except poor patient Bob who has decided on only getting necessary things)
Cold in the mountains...
October 20, 2016
Not much going on and anyway I forget the camera... Bob has come home, all well with him, Pete and Annie are gone, Yuri has returned to London.
Yuri has sent links to some of the videos of the events of Sunday which show snippets of friends and the general flavour of this odd event. Here they are;
The "Grand Pardon" at Montségur, 16.10.2016
Demande de pardon aux Cathares de Montsegur
Montsegur 16th October 2016
Whilst not wishing to lower the tone, there is a vide grenier at Bugarch on Saturday though the weather forecast is for rain so maybe not.
October 17, 2016
October 16, 2016
Saturday saw a demonstration by the fair folk of Limoux who like refugees, against the racists who arrived in the town mostly bussed in (The Soldiers of Odin (!) and others it seems)
The evening was spent at dinner Chez John Marshall and Sues', celebrating the birthday of John Rushton who as this photo shows has grown in grace and maturity.
Yuri was supposed to be there too but got lost in the woods, under the Hunters Moon, seen below.
The market to day was fun but slight, few folk around. However I was introduced to artists new to the region (Richard and Suzy) and am thrilled to have wasted the morning chatting and discovering common ground, common allies.
Though 'shared' would be a better word - nowt common about any of it :)
Have bunked off the afternoon ceremony at Montsegur. Suddenly the idea of several hours of ritual apology didn't make me feel any better about the murder of the Cathars by the catholic church. Expecting Yuri to bring home the photos and a full report while I potter about in Esperaza, as God intended.