After the Deluge…

Le Jaudy has returned to a lower level…
last night it kindly brought us some firewood…
the bridge is about one metre wide…so this twig is big… a lot of force
the water must have been 40-50cm higher than the bridge… step very gingerly over…
taking care in case the bridge is dodgy and damaged
the far bank was complelety submerged – the leaves show the high water mark house side…this is the highest level yet.

the river flowed down here beside the pond at a depth of ~30cm.
If this happens later in the year it sweeps the oak leaves away for us

Saw Some Zürich Number Plates…

On the way taking the bamboo to the tip today I saw a car with Zürich number plates. This is unusual we get a lot of VD, VS and the odd GE but this is the first Zürich plate I have seen. It makes sense for the francophone cantons to visit. Of course, most people from Switzerland are very adept at language.

Coincidence or thematic linkage to my dream?

I have been following the threads from the thesis which point at Annie Besant, Jiddu Krishnamurti and to Giordano Bruno. These naturally led also to Rudolph Steiner. I was astounded to learn that Steiner had given a series of talks a Penmaenmawr in 1923!! There were rumours that Besant was the reincarnation of Bruno and for a while Krishnamurti was touted as the voice of the World Teacher. Besant spoke on the subject of Bruno at the Sorbonne!!

I seriously thought about teaching in a Steiner school and later at one founded by Krishnamurti. I got close enough to have a pre-interview interview at the Steiner school. It was a tad freeform for my liking, but the people were very nice.

It seems the theosophists played a major role in the promulgation of ideas and the promotion of education, several large auditoria, including the Holywood bowl are down to them, apparently.

It seems wherever one goes the foibles of the human personality and interpersonal politics are to be found.

It has been interesting re-visiting these spaces.

Back at home…

The river has risen nearly three feet in under an hour and the runoff from Menez Bre will still be on its way here…chances are the bridge will be submerged before darkness falls.

It has been nice to have some thunder and lightning…

But please can you ease up on the rain for a bit?

The Coypu, An Eel and Changed Acoustics

I am taking a day off gardening etc. because my hips are giving me gyp. Yesterday evening we had a plumber visit to quote us on some repairs to the central heating. We have a spiral staircase and three floors. It is difficult enough to explain how the system is configured in English, but I had to try in French with a largely sceptical audience. This necessitated him and I going up and down the stairs multiple times and at near “normal” speeds. As a result, my hips are very sore. I think we managed to communicate, and we now have a quotation.

{I must remember not to mention electrode potentials.}

Of late we have been seeing tell-tale signs of the coypu, by way of fresh turds. It has been absent for much of the summer and now autumn has started, it has returned. When we were out using the telescope the other night the wife heard a splash in the pond. Today I found a turd very close to the house and some signs of munching under the magnolia tree. I might arm the camera with the telephoto and set an alarm. I am reading the return as a first sign of autumn.

Recently we have observed a phenomenon in which the little fish in the pond appear to be being chased by a predator, one which does not surface. We watch for a long time and nothing surfaces.  A few years back Le Jaudy suffered a pollution incident with a lot of pig shit escaping into it. {There are an estimated 6 million pigs in Brittany, more pigs than people.} Today we have freshwater trout in our stretch, and the river is open again to fishing. I have found a survey that suggests eel, salmon and seatrout were found near here in the past. It is possible that the populations of these have started to recover. My best guess is that we now have an eel resident in the pond. The last survey found that the eels here were between 15 cm and 45 cm long, so it could be a little one and might try to predate the little fish by driving them into the shallows. Eels can “walk” across land on wet nights between watercourses.

Now that we have removed a lot of the bamboo the acoustics of the river flowing under the bridge have changed. There is less damping by bamboo and the river, although low, sounds louder. It flows under the road and through a big “pipe” in effect. If it is louder now, what will it be like when the level really gets up? There is a little more maintenance to do and then I’ll post a picture.

I have been contemplating getting a USB microphone power supply / recording set up to record voice, birdsong, rivers etc. I have a very high-quality microphone which I used to use to record spoken poetry. The level of birdsong by Le Jaudy and The Swamp in spring is high and I have an inkling to try to capture it using the laptop and my microphone.

The chicken fajitas have been marinating all afternoon and soon it will be time so sample them with a “virgin” mojito or two…

Letting Some Light In…

It was hot ~ 28 degrees… best work in the shade near Le Jaudy and while the river is low.

at least two trout live here in front of the bamboo
before starting at ~13:15 hours
starting to fill quickly
a small dent
to give an idea of scale – I am 172cm tall
because of my dodgy hip I still do quite a lot of stuff sat on my arse

at around 16:00 hours, time to stop
less than a third of the way, I guess

Walking in the Rain and Plant Identification

I have a new pastime which is plant identification via Bing image search. What one does is to take a photograph of a plant which we might have referred to as tall purple spire thing and do an image search on Bing. It throws up similar images and then all one has to do is write down the Latin name and then search that to cross reference. Purple spire thing is actually called Veronica, sorry ma’am. Today I have found Dianthus, Borago, Fumaria and Campanula.

So as to avoid the Tour de France we headed off to Palacret for a walk in the woods. There is now a box there for walkers to leave Haiku in. These are then written {painted} up on slates and positioned around the site. I am tempted to see what happens if I put some English “haiku” in the box. Someone is now looking after the site which is an old mill and education centre with enhanced care. Le Jaudy was the power source for the mill, the very same water has flowed through our garden. You can see the signs of love around the site now.

Because we were forecast changeable, I took my ~30-year-old cagoule with me. I bought it in Kendall many moons ago. The canopy has grown since our last visit and there is a lot of shade, less flowers. There is a however a green of majestic vibrancy. When we were pretty close to the limit of what my gammy leg will cope with, it started to rain. It was about 20 degrees. What a sound, rain on a canopy in the forest! I did not put the cagoule on, I walked in the rain. This is something which I have always loved doing, getting my hair wet with the issue from heaven, feeling the odd big drop land shiveringly on the spine. It is such a feeling of life, walking and sometimes even dancing in the rain. I have on occasion, when people have been a bit glum, insisted that they go outside with me to dance in puddles. It is a mood changer and tremendous fun. The water made the green vibrancy even better, lusher.

All that madness in London seems far, far away.

Next up, Chicken Jalfrezi with a twist…