No longer stuck in front of my spreadsheets; instead I’m sitting on a cafe terrace, waiting for my two new tyres to be fitted. I shudder to think of the cost.
Otherwise I continue my morning walks – shortened for the time being as my hip is really hurting. ( I have a rendezvous with a surgeon – a woman – in Montpellier in three weeks. Then I think I have to hang in there until my summer visits are over.).
April is really a wonderful month, despite the variable weather. Almost all the trees have their wonderful fresh young leaves, splashes of white blossom decorate the hillsides, the purple and yellow irises are still magnificent (despite last night’s high winds), and the roses are joining them. And in the view from Serres,my house is peers discreetly from behind the growing blanket of green. The photo cleverly misses out on the neighbouring houses.
I can’t resist another picture of the pool, my excuse being the yellow irises in front.
We are now entering the final stages. Jacky is in Montpellier today, to pick up the pump. The electrician has to come to instal this, together with the pool’s own circuit board. Jacky has tidied up most of what has been a building site for several months round the pool, he has sown grass seed but still has some trees and shrubs to plant. Then we have to wait for the water… …
This is where life resembles Manon des Sources. I have water rights attached to my land. Everybody is in agreement. The trouble is that over the last two decades neighbours above have destroyed and built over the old canal, as well as replacing a magnificent bassin by a particularly ugly pool. The management of water rights and the works needed to effect them (in my case) are controlled by the kings of the valley, Jaques and Eric Combernoux. I need a pipe to run from the source, some 500 metres away, but I’m having the greatest difficulty in getting Eric to produce a quote, let alone do the work. Last time I badgered him he said we could always run a temporary hosepipe along the back road to my land.
Jacky is going to nobble him in the next two weeks. He rightly said that however genial he is, Eric was more likely to respond to another ‘enfant du pays’ – and a man. So I suppose I must be patient and plan a grand filling towards the end of May