PRU COMES TO PAINT

This is Pru. She's come to paint with me in SW France. This is day 1. We're on our way to do a watercolour in Fources. That's Andrew's reflection in the window. He took the picture and was determined not to be left out. 

'Look what I did today!'

This is Pru's first painting EVER. I was pleased with the result. 

And she looks quite pleased too.

This is day 2. By now you know that that's Pru.
She's just done a watercolour of the church at Arbusson.
And, once again, she's quite pleased, it seems.

A SPANNER IN OUR PLANS

Every year we take the camper van to a spot on the Tour de France route.
This year the plan was for Paul to join us in Massat where he has a property.
Well, as so often happens, the best laid plans of mice and men get screwed up, and the alternator (whatever that is) gave up the ghost.
Anyway, via complicated and convoluted arrangements, we got there eventually an all stayed at the Hotel Maxil in Massat. And the mountain came to Mahommed, meaning that the cyclists came right past the hotel beer garden, which was very convenient.

Too bad Paul, you'll just have to wait for your birthday pole (see previous blog entry), which is still in the camper van in the garage in Mézin.

Lynne waiting to fight the French kid for the samples thrown out by vehicles in the Tour de France caravan.

Despite a succession of late nights and hangovers, Paul insisted on some commando training in the Pyrenees.

POLITICALLY INCORRECT POLE

I don't often get involved in sculpture - it's much too hard, it takes too long, and I keep hitting my hand with the hammer.
But Paul turns 40 in September and I thought it would be nice to give him something a bit different for his property, La Folie, near Massat in the Pyrenees. (And hopefully more memorable than 40 cans of VB or 40 pairs of underpants.) Hopefully a 2.5 meter high burial pole might just do the trick.
Some balls are still in the air at the moment, but I've sent him a pic and the details of the complicated logistics involved in getting it there - if he really wants it.
We're meeting him at Massat on Wednesday anyway to watch the Tour de France. Which means that if he does want it, we might be able to get it to him then. But I'll have to rope it to the roof of the camper van and then drive it up to La Folie on the Pyrenean version of the Kakoda Trail in Papua New Guinea. (We've been up there once before, but it was really scary in the camper van. Very steep, through narrow streets in tiny hameaus and with precipitious drops on all sides on every bend in the track. When we got back down last time, Lynne, summed things quite succinctly when she said, 'Fuck! I'm never doing that again!' But she might have to, depending on Paul's final decision).
So time will tell. What will happen to the pole? Will it be acceptable to all concerned? Will it get up the mountain? Will Lynne survive the climb? And will the termites like it as much as I do?
(If you find this kind of cliff hanger stuff interesting - come back soon to find out about the Tour de France - and what happened to the burial pole).

Here's the pole in our garden at La Petite Galerie with no one, as far as we know, buried anywhere near it. Not for the moment anyway.

Oh, and I nearly forgot: copying Aboriginal burial poles is considered to be politically incorrect in some circles. Hopefully this doesn't apply to my pole (soon to be Paul's if he decides to take it). Here's why. It's not a burial pole because no one will be buried with it. It was done in France - not in Australia. Not many people will see it in the Pyrenees (if that's where it winds up), so hopefully politically incorrect sensitivities will be less developed in la France profonde*, and therefore less likely to be disturbed. 
(* = the Boondocks)

OUR LAST TEAM SHOT

The adventure's nearly over (i.e. the glass is now officially half empty).
Here we are about to head off for lunch at le Bastard in Lectoure.
Then it's on to Bleu de Lectoure and La Romieu.

A last team shot at the Mill, which was our home base while we were being shown around Gascony by Ray and Lynne.

So tomorrow it's early morning pick up and off to the airport at Toulouse.

"Bon Voyage," from Ray and Lynne. "We hope to see you all again one day."

A VERY DEDICATED GROUP

This trip is a painting holiday, but just to emphasise that the painting component is more important than than the holiday part, here are some photos to prove the point. (Well, almost).

Nikki gets everyone off the mark in the bastide village of Vianne.

We just had to have our photo taken at this well known roadsign.

"If you paint or draw - or make any marks in your beautiful white border - I'll give you a hard smack on the wrist,"

Nikki and Alda hard at work under the trees at Fources.

Even hard working artists have to eat - here we are picnicking beside the river at Lavardac.

MID SUMMER IN GASCONY

The longest day has just passed, but our holiday rolls on.

Ray gives some advice with a rooftop and river composition exercise.

Lunchtime on the terrace at Sarlat le Canada.

A wonderful view over the river Domme

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A quiet street in Sarlat.

Team photo at the Chateau Beynac.

Lunch in Sarlat

This is how we fund our trip - outside the church in Sarlat.

Castle in the air. Nikki on the ramparts at Chateau Beynac.

THE ADVENTURE CONTINUES

Painting in acrylic in the open air at Larressingle.

Team photo with Alexander Dumas's Three Musketeers
in Condom. 

On the vieux pont at Nerac.

Time for a breather outside Henri IV's Chateau in Nerac.

This is a real challenge - which buildings and which roofs should we start with?