Amazing August

Most of August is, of course, documented on TravelsWithPickle. The whole month passed in a blur of family, friends and fascinating places, yet there were several highlights.

The biggest and best was to be together as a family for the first time since Cat and Andy's wedding in New Zealand two and a half years ago. We had already been looking forward to spending three happy weeks with Jonny and Adele, in the Pyrenees and travelling up to the Dordogne, but Cat and Andy's surprise visit to us in Axat was wonderful. Having left Iraq, en route to returning to New Zealand to await the arrival of their baby (and, in Andy's case, finish his Masters degree), they flew to Barcelona, hired a car and drove across the Pyrenees to meet us.

It was absolutely and undisputably the biggest pleasant shock of my life. (Mostly, shocks are not of the pleasant or kind variety. Another story.) Such a gift of time....

The farewells, though, arrived all too quickly. Jonny and Adele flew back to England from Toulouse; Cat and Andy drove back to Barcelona to catch a flight to Munich, Singapore, Darwin - to visit Andy's brother Jon - and then, eventually, Auckland.

It was quiet. The huge gap caused me a surprising amount of grief, though I tried to temper it, always, always, with gratitude for the gift of time together.

So motorhome life did, eventually, drop back into routine. Pickle was a little quiet, somewhat depressed (until we visited Bel and Richard and family, when she cheered up and had a wonderful time).

I continued, throughout, with nurturing the SCOBY which had miraculously survived extreme heat: the outside temperature, in the shade, was over thirty-eight degrees on one day: SCOBY worked triple time, producing kombucha within 24 hours. It - he - had also grown hugely: I had already separated him from his 'mother' a few weeks earlier, and pulled another 'baby' off the top, keeping both mother and baby separately in a close-fitting bowl in a SCOBY 'hotel'. (Yes, such is the language of kombucha making. Google it and prepare to have your mind blown with complicated instructions.)

We had other adventures with the kombucha manufacture, too. I managed to spill the tea one day, pouring it over the cooker, all over the floor and letting it trickle dangerously near the electrics. Another time, Richard moved the motorhome, not realising that the SCOBY was 'breathing' - i.e., didn't have a plastic lid sitting tightly on his container - and was just resting on the worktop. I came back in to the van to find liquid all over the floor (fortunately not, this time, near any electrics) and a surprised SCOBY sitting on top of said liquid.

Did I mention that kombucha is sweet and sticky?

Other wonderful benefits in August have been that our fitness has improved considerably, although not quite a the peak it was when we were walking uphill in the Pyrenees for up to five hours a day. My arthritic knee has benefited hugely through strengthening my leg muscles.

What else in August? Well, the weather was mostly very hot, apart from the odd cooler (as low as nineteen degrees!!) day towards the end of the month. We enjoyed foraging opportunities: blackberries, of course, but also wild strawberries in the Pyrenees, figs in Haute Garonne, blue plums, and 'Reine Claude' green plums in the Dordogne, early apples in Indre-Loire, wild thyme ...

And always enjoying the birdlife. Little owls at L'Isle sur Tarn; tawny owls at Chaillac; vultures, lammergeiers and eagles in the Pyrenees; buzzards everywhere. Redstarts, mountain chats, stone chats, swifts and swallows and, in the Loire, four magnificent white storks, taking flight from a field next to our cycle track. We even saw ospreys one day... And, of course, green woodpeckers were ubiquitous - the sound of summer in France.

Animals were rarer sightings, but we had glimpses of deer, cycled past a huge hare lolloping by a vineyard, foxes,  And unusual roadkill we spotted included a rat, a snake, and a badger...among, sadly, many hedgehogs.

The month wound down quickly to the end. We returned to Guernsey on 1st September. The summer was over: back to reality...until the next time. Indeed, as Guernsey French has it: a la perchoine! To the next time!

Journeying through July

July began with the end of term craziness and the end of a delightful friendship for Pickle.

With the postman.

She had got to know him quite well. He always seemed pleased to see her, even when, one day when he was sitting doing paperwork in his van, she hopped in the back, ready to come on his rounds with him. He even took to getting her to sign for the parcels he delivered...

Now, we have different posties. All quite pleasant - this is Guernsey, after all, where the community is small and friendly - but none have, as yet, begun to bond with this little Patterdale terrier....but she's working on them. Her friendliness is very hard to resist.... watch this space.

So... end of term. A week so crazy busy that I had each day planned down to the last half hour. Packing and cleaning were, for me, secondary to the demands of school, but Richard worked intensively to get the motorhome ready and the house cleaned ready for guests. Intermittently, I packed for going away and packed away unnecessary clutter, leaving the house clear.

Evenings were filled with prizegiving and concerts, interspersed with catching up with friends. We sat on the roof terrace of Wendy and Nicholas's flat overlooking L'Ancresse beach and common, watching kestrels swooping and hovering. There was even a visit from four goldfinches, who perched on the balcony wall. Wonderful to catch up on news in such an idyllic setting. Then, the night before we left, our wonderful neighbours invited us over. So relaxing to sit in the garden in the warmth of the evening.

Evening sky over Morningstar

And, of course, the week was full of finishing off and goodbyes to our Year Sixes before they moved on to senior school. I had cleared my classroom the week before, so we were able to concentrate on organising a wonderful Leavers' Service at church. The children wrote and read their own prayers: most of the year group stood up in front of 200 people, reading clearly and organising themselves beautifully. We were very proud of them.

Inbetween, I managed to put posies of hydrangeas and ox-eye daisies together for my some of my wonderful, supportive colleagues. Such fun, to write appreciative notes. And to reflect on how things have changed this year, and how far I have been able, with God's help, to come. A year ago, my blood pressure was dangerously high: now, the best it has ever been. And I am stronger in my spirit, in spite of all the attack last year. I can reflect and be thankful for God's strength and my friends' and colleagues' love and support. God is good, good, good - as the children sang, having chosen 'King of My Heart' as one of their songs.

Last day of term was emotional for children: last game of football together (boys AND girls!); last game of 'Empires'; final assembly. Lots of awards, but we finished with a spontaneous performance of George Ezra's 'Shotgun', which Year 6 have been mad about. The school joined in with the actions which the children had put to the song while they were away on activity week.


The end of term is, always, an anti-climax, so I was happy to jump on my bicycle, five minutes after the last child left and all the goodbyes had been said, to whizz down the hill to meet Richard at the ferry. We were off to France...www.travelswithpickle.blogspot.com here we come! In the words of George Ezra:
"I'll be riding shotgun, underneath the hot sun, feeling like a someone - oh yeah"

Of course, the rest of the month whizzed by in a heat haze...but one more thing must be said. Richard bought a SCOBY (which apparently stands for Symbiotic Culture Of Bacteria and Yeast) and some starter tea for making kombucha, which is, basically, sweet fermented tea. Aarrgh!  What to do with this 'monster' which has to be delicately and carefully nurtured, using precise measurements of tea, sugar and hot water, precise temperatures for brewing and precise instruments and vessels. (No metal AT ALL - remove rings! - and brew in a glass container.)

How to do this in a motorhome?

Well, poor SCOBY. He got shoved into a plastic box, covered with a lid for travelling more often than was supposed to happen, jiggled around for hours in the van, rather than sitting sedately on a countertop; encountered direct sunlight (big no no) and was subjected to temperatures far above those recommended. Oh dear.

But guess what? HE THRIVED!  He grew enormous very quickly, birthing a 'baby' (yes SCOBY should be 'she' but there is no doubt that all its characteristics were, in my mind, masculine: sensitive fussy, needing to be looked after carefully....) and brewing kombucha at an astonishing rate.  It should take 5 - 21 days, at 21 - 25 degrees Celsius, but Mr Scoby manages to produce a delicious brew at temperatures well above thirty degrees in just a matter of hours: 24 - 48, to be precise.

I've separated 'baby' from 'mother' once - and he instantly seemed to double in size. What to do now....?

Whatever. Scoby has been a great travelling companion and I shall do my best to continue to keep him happy.... more updates next month.

Jaunty June

This has to be the best month of the year. Spring has exploded into summer, the air is warm and the sun is shining - most days, it seems. Flowers are EVERYWHERE.

Drooping over the patio from our neighbours' garden.

Tree hydrangea

I am amazed at how quickly June is flying  by. The cycle commute to school has changed, as the hedges and banks which, at the beginning of the month were towering over my head, have been cut. It does make cycling down the lanes safer... I can now see vehicles coming, although the tractors which tear round the island are somewhat daunting....

One day, a magpie hopped insouciantly along the bank by my shoulder, so close I could see its wing feathers; a cock pheasant strutted his stuff at the edge of a field, just a couple of metres away from me, quite unconcerned; then, as I took one of my favourite back lanes near home, I saw a buzzard dive down and land at the edge of the field. He hadn't seen me, so I quietly drifted to a halt and climbed the ban to peep over. He flew up, almost in my face, yellow legs dangling as he slowly flapped white-patched wings towards the nearest tree before continuing on across the meadow. mobbed by two crows who pursued him with tremendous determination until he had safely left the area.

Goldfinches swoop busily in and out of the trees and bushes which blackbirds fly low-level across the garden, assiduously digging for worms in the early morning. Thrushes shriek from our neighbour's tree, almost deafening at times. A baby chaffinch rested thankfully on the bird table, its parent perched anxiously above it while it caught its breath.

There was other wildlife, too. Sawfly larvae emerged and started chomping away at the Solomon's Seal, effectively stripping the leaves. Nature's pruning. I started off the season by trying to remove them, before giving up: perhaps they would be food for the birds... but not before the leaves had been stripped to bare stems...

Inbetween bird watching, I teach; read the incredible World War 2 adventure stories the children have written; help them put together a 'museum' of all the incredible work they have done this term; help a group of girls created miniature Guernsey landmarks for our wheelbarrow 'garden'. Our entry this year for the annual schools' gardening wheelbarrow competition is a living 'map' of our island, surrounded by a beaches of bright yellow tagetes and a sea of trailing blue and white lobelia....  Our school 'garden' has now been converted into an outdoor learning area, so no more gardening club for me...

And lastly: Activities' Week. This year, I was fortunate to be with Year 4, 'supervising' them at the beach while they attended Surf School. Apart from a couple of misty, windy mornings, we sat in blazing sunshine, rejoicing over every successful attempt at standing up on the board. It was a blessing, too, to get to know colleagues who normally pass by briefly in the staffroom, as we don't usually work together. My journey down on the bike afforded me wonderful views of the coastline as I navigated the lanes. 30 minutes freewheeling downhill....40 - 50 minutes back up again....

View from the lookout at Le Grantez: site of a former windmill, a Napoleonic era fort and a German defence fortification.

A jack rabbit rests in the shade...

Vazon bay. #tropical

Then, as if I didn't have enough to do, we started making kombucha: fermented tea. Boy, reading the instructions and researching on the internet took hours of my life, but eventually I combined tea, sugar and hot water, letting it cool before gently inserting the mushroom-like 'SCOBY'. Waited a few days, then decanted the sweet fizzy drink. It was actually quite tasty... Now, can we keep it alive and going over the next couple of hot summer months...?

The SCOBY from above. Symbiotic Culture Of Bacteria and Yeast. So there we are.