20240415 – Our Caravan in La Haye du Puit







Monday

It’s forecast high winds and some rain for today, hopefully the awning will survive. Brings back memories of surviving the Tramontana when we had to get help to take our old awning down in a howling gale. It is claimed that these blow up awnings survive high winds so much better than your traditional awning – we will see.

Real lazy day hunkered down listening to wind and rain, similar to Belthorn.

Tea tonight is rabbit stew, reminds me of my youth. I was raised on rabbit, my dad would snare them and bring them home for tea, delicious. He had a big black overcoat and many a night would come in, undo his coat and there’d be one rabbit hanging down each side. Sometimes he’d bring home wild mushrooms or blue buttons. He never poisoned us.

 

 
Having a Toilet, sink and shower unit on our pitch reminds me of my child hood when we had an outdoor toilet, no luxury of a shower or sink in it. But, we did have a pigeon with a broken wing in a cardboard box, recovering. Oh the joy of going out in the pouring rain for a pee. Happy days, we just didn’t know any better.

 

 

 

 
What I know about Islam


Tuesday

Wind and rain so just hunker down.

Awning looks like the crooked house. Not one of my better erections! But at least it survived.

Trip to the supermarket is the highlight of the day. Wendy, likes the Intermarche at Lessay better than the one here and there’s a Lidl next door so that’s the drill from now on.

 

 
More lessons in patience as I fill the 40 litre water butt. It just takes so long and you have to keep the tap depressed.


Wednesday

Sun and cloud.

Today’s highlight is a trip to the Biscuit Factory. Amazing the cafe is open for lunch so we splash out on some coffee, sadly the lunch menu just consist of cakes and desserts, but at least they’re open – amazing.

Look for a decent Cognac. Can you believe they only have one bottle. Bizarre considering they have nearly every Whisky, Bourbon and Rum you can think of.

 

 
Say you are an older senior citizen and can no longer take care of yourself and the government says there is no Nursing Home care available for you. So, what do you do? You opt for Medicare Plan G.

The plan gives anyone 75 or older a gun (Plan G) and one bullet. You are allowed to shoot one worthless politician. This means you will be sent to prison for the rest of your life where you will receive three meals a day, a roof over your head, central heating and air conditioning, cable TV, a library, and all the Health Care you need. Need new teeth? No problem. Need glasses? That’s great. Need a hearing aid, new hip, knees, kidney, lungs, sex change, or heart? They are all covered!

As an added bonus, your kids can come and visit you at least as often as they do now! And, who will be paying for all of this? The same government that just told you they can’t afford for you to go into a nursing home. And you will get rid of a useless politician while you are at it. And now, because you are a prisoner, you don’t have to pay any more income taxes!
Is this a great country or what? Now that I’ve solved your senior financial plan, enjoy the rest of your week!


Thursday

Sun and cloud and a bit warmer.

Decided to learn the Swift programming language. It’s promoted by apple as and easy first language complete with a playground to help you develop it. In my opinion, having written in over a dozen languages, it is far from easy and has complex type rules. Spend the morning battling with Swift and finally crack the problem.

Next bit of excitement, swap the front windows in the awning around. It turns out they are not symmetrical. There are two identical side window, two identical (I think) front windows, and one central front window. Swap front window with central front and the awning starts to look almost presentable.

Well that’s two excitements for today.

Now for the supermarkets.

Awesome value for money, just E9.28 for 3 litres.

After the traditional afternoon tea, we are British after al, we have a pleasant stroll around the camp site and stop off for a glass of wine, in the sunshine, with an English couple in one of the static caravans. The wine is a E9 box of Gamay and is very quaffable. Never really tried much Gamay or wines from the Beaujolais region. But will certainly buy a box or few of this to take home.

Coincidentally, tonights wine is a bottle of Julienas I picked up early this week to try. It’s made with the Gamay grape and is luscious and fruity. Certainly as good as a Pinot Noir. Time to explore Beaujolais and Gamay.

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Gamay is a light-bodied red wine similar in taste to Pinot Noir but can be enjoyed at a cheaper price. With elevated acidity and little to no tannin structure, the wine is straightforward to drink and exhibits flowery aromas and tart flavors of red fruits like cherry, raspberry, cranberry, and red currant.

Gamay is the grape variety most closely associated with Beaujolais, the wine region south of Burgundy. There, Gamay is made into a red wine that ranges from bright and fruit-forward to surprisingly age-worthy. The trick is to refer to the terminology on the label indicating where it was grown. But Gamay is also grown in other places too, most notably California, Oregon, and Australia.

No matter where it’s from, the best Gamays produce red wines of freshness and exuberant fruit, with a lift of flowers against an occasional savory bass note — excellent on their own and friendly accompaniments to a range of foods.

Where Does Gamay Wine Come From?
Gamay wine comes from anywhere that the Gamay grape variety is grown. Excellent ones are notably produced in Oregon, California, and Australia, but France is where Gamay reaches its peak of fame. In the Loire Valley, the red Touraine Gamay wines are worth checking out, as are the rosé wines produced from Gamay in Saumur and Anjou. Gamay wines from Savoie are also very good.

Gamay’s most well-known incarnation, however, is Beaujolais, where Gamay wine arguably reaches its peak. In fact, Gamay is often used interchangeably with Beaujolais, but that’s not entirely accurate: While red Beaujolais is made from Gamay, not all Gamay is from Beaujolais. Exploring the world of Gamay wine will take you through several regions of France and then across entire oceans. You’ll even find some excellent Gamay wines in Australia, New Zealand … and Canada!

Why Should You Drink Gamay Wine?
Gamay is an increasingly discussed grape variety among sommeliers and other wine professionals, due to its ability to express where it’s planted and the fact that it can be made in a drink-right-away style or one that’s more suited to aging. It’s also a fantastic antidote to the heavy, high-alcohol wines that are often trophies of personal collections and restaurant wine lists.

Gamay wines tends to be lighter in texture and tannin than many of their red counterparts, so they work as excellent pairing partners for a wide range of foods, most notably on Thanksgiving. Gamay often represents excellent value.

What Does Gamay Taste Like?
Red wines produced from Gamay tend to exhibit exuberant fruit flavors reminiscent of berries and cherries, as well as hints of flowers and, depending on where it’s from, sometimes a sense of earthiness. When it’s grown in Beaujolais, there are four levels of Gamay red wines you can buy. Beaujolais Nouveau is the most fruit-forward and uncomplicated of them, an inexpensive and cheerful red released the third Thursday in November.

Wines labeled simply “Beaujolais” are produced from grapes grown throughout the region; they tend to be fruit-driven and fairly straightforward. Beaujolais-Villages on the label indicates that the fruit was grown throughout the permitted 38 villages in the northern parts of the Beaujolais region. And Beaujolais Cru is the most age-worthy. On those, you won’t see “Beaujolais” prominently displayed at all, but instead the name of one of the 10 crus; Moulin-à-Vent, Brouilly, and Morgon are among the most frequently seen in the United States, and they tend to be more structured, complex, and cellar-worthy.

In general, serving red Gamay wine with a slight chill is a good idea: A 20-minute stint in the fridge will brighten it up even further and bring its floral and fruit notes to the fore.


Friday

Lazy morning, start to a cloudy day.

After lunch we set off on a touristy route around some of the beaches. Yeah, the sun comes out. Some lovely beaches but nowhere open to have a cafe along.

Very relaxing on theses roads, hardly any traffic, but what few cars there are are all exhaust bandits. Why can they not comprehend how stupid it is trying to drive up someone’s exhaust, there really is nothing of interest up my BMW exhaust.

Stop off at Intermarches to buy a box of that gamay I enjoyed yesterday. All of E9.28 for 3 litres. Not bad, very quaffable.



Saturday

Sunny day, so the usual lazy start to the day.

After lunch we have a stroll in la Haye. Stop off for a coffee and in my case a beer or two. Lovely sat out enjoying a beer, the sun and watching the French world go by.

Back home for tea and as those two beers in the cafe have ruined my alcohol free day it’s time to open that lush bottle of Margaux. Oh thea of weak will.

Wendy always moans about me nodding off to sleep in the evening whilst I watch TV after some alcohol. But, I only nod off if the programme is crap, nothing to do with alcohol. If the programme is worth watching then I stay awake despite the alcohol.

 

 
A lovely sunny day so we splash out on French cafe life.

Can you go to any cafe in France without being enveloped in 2nd hand smoke? Tout le mond feumer.

A grandma and mother just sat down with young daughter, about 5, and proceeded to try and kill her with 2nd hand smoke inhalation – unbelievable – thank the FSM for BREXIT.

This was going to be an alcohol free day until I saw all those beers lined up. It would have been a sin not to try a couple of them. Conclusion if you want a beer go to Germany or the UK.

 

 

French advert to help cut down smoking!


Sunday

A lazy start to a grey cloud day.

After lunch we take a leisurely drive out to Utah Beach, it’s where the Americans landed on D-Day. Have a great museum there so we splash out on a visit. It appears that it’s not free for Americans or British, there’s gratitude for you. Nor is there a price reduction for us geriatrics. Despite that it’s a great museum, can you believe it, I even say it was worth the E9.

Then have a drive up along Utah Beach and then down to St Mere d’Eglise. Greedy ingratiates there want you to pay to park everywhere. Bet it was free parking on D-Day.

Back to caravan for Lamb Stew and hopefully we can find a copy of the Longest Day to watch. Alas it’s only on Prime and you have to Pay!

Never mind finish off that delicious Margaux and stay awake.

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Utah Beach, was the code name for one of the five sectors of the Allied invasion of German-occupied France in the Normandy landings on June 6, 1944 (D-Day), during World War II. The westernmost of the five code-named landing beaches in Normandy, Utah is on the Cotentin Peninsula, west of the mouths of the Douve and Vire rivers. Amphibious landings at Utah were undertaken by United States Army troops, with sea transport, mine sweeping, and a naval bombardment force provided by the United States Navy and Coast Guard as well as elements from the British, Dutch and other Allied navies.

The objective at Utah was to secure a beachhead on the Cotentin Peninsula, the location of important port facilities at Cherbourg. The amphibious assault, primarily by the US 4th Infantry Division and 70th Tank Battalion, was supported by airborne landings of the 82nd and 101st Airborne Division. The intention was to rapidly seal off the Cotentin Peninsula, prevent the Germans from reinforcing Cherbourg, and capture the port as quickly as possible. Utah, along with Sword on the eastern flank, was added to the invasion plan in December 1943. These changes doubled the frontage of the invasion and necessitated a month-long delay so that additional landing craft and personnel could be assembled in England. Allied forces attacking Utah faced two battalions of the 919th Grenadier Regiment, part of the 709th Static Infantry Division. While improvements to fortifications had been undertaken under the leadership of Field Marshal Erwin Rommel beginning in October 1943, the troops assigned to defend the area were mostly poorly equipped non-German conscripts.

D-Day at Utah began at 01:30, when the first of the airborne units arrived, tasked with securing the key crossroads at Sainte-Mère-Église and controlling the causeways through the flooded farmland behind Utah so the infantry could advance inland. While some airborne objectives were quickly met, many paratroopers landed far from their drop zones and were unable to fulfill their objectives on the first day. On the beach itself, infantry and tanks landed in four waves beginning at 06:30 and quickly secured the immediate area with minimal casualties. Meanwhile, engineers set to work clearing the area of obstacles and mines, and additional waves of reinforcements continued to arrive. At the close of D-Day, Allied forces had only captured about half of the planned area and contingents of German defenders remained, but the beachhead was secure.

The 4th Infantry Division landed 21,000 troops on Utah at the cost of only 197 casualties. Airborne troops arriving by parachute and glider numbered an additional 14,000 men, with 2,500 casualties. Around 700 men were lost in engineering units, 70th Tank Battalion, and seaborne vessels sunk by the enemy. German losses are unknown. Cherbourg was captured on June 26, but by this time the Germans had destroyed the port facilities, which were not brought back into full operation until September.

 

 
Driving around Utah Beach makes you think of all those brave young men, some who gave their lives, back in June 1944. As you pass each hedgerow you can’t help but wonder who died there on D-Day. Thanks to them for all they sacrificed for us.

Sadly I don’t think our younger generation has any appreciation of what those young men went through and how brave they were. It must have been terrifying landing on those beaches that day.

 

 
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