La Chatte Gitane (or The Gypsy Cat) was the name we chose for our cottage in France at the time. We chose it while on the road, moving house the first time round, from Ireland to France with 2 dogs and 7 cats in the car.
This blog began its insignificant life as a recipe book for friends and family who would ask me repeatedly for a recipe of this, that and the other.
Since then it has taken many different directions, like we did and like gypsies tend to do. Sometimes making a U-turn and revisiting familiar roads and taking a break when necessary.
You'll find recipes here, but also musings about the places we've called home, the gardens that we've established, not always successfully, the homes we've improved and the environments we've lived in. Currently, after yet another stint in Ireland, we're back in France @ Le Mas d'Ayen

Saturday, December 19, 2015

Beautiful Evening Sky and Stuck in the Bog

 It's been a while since we've seen anything but gray and wet.

Yup !  My fat stub. 
One of the two cockerels, that are meant for the cull tomorrow, escaped from the chicken run. Trying to go around him at a little distance to guide him back in, I managed to plonk myself right into the boggy soil. Not just with the one booted foot, but with both !
I quickly felt the pressure of the swampy mess, clinging around my feet and legs. Luckily, Bert was near and he tried to guide me out. 
I just wanted to pull my feet out of my wellies and leave the latter behind, to be found by some aliens centuries from now. "No, you can't !" says he. Both of us pulling at my boot. At last my right foot was freed. 
Meanwhile my left one got sucked in some more. After a lot of tugging my foot got freed from its welly and after an extra bit of effort the bog released that one too.
Is there something like pre-karma ? And was I being punished beforehand ?

The bastard cockerel went back in all by himself. 

Oh joy !
Patricia xxx...x


  1. O Joy of joys ! Nothing quite like mud, mud glorious mud for cooling the blood :)

    1. Mud, glorious mud, except when you're stuck.

  2. Nothing like mud and nature, great for the soul. And yes, we must't get stuck! :)


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