DAYS OF LEAVES AND CHRYSANTHEMUMS

DAYS OF LEAVES AND CHRYSANTHEMUMS

At this time year, the thoughts of many who stay at the Chateau de Bois Giruad turn towards the kitchen. That may sound like the opening line to a French version of a certain Jona Lewie song, but the fact remains that a combination of autumnal weather, fresh bread, a...
HALLOWEEN – WITH NO TRICK OR TREATING

HALLOWEEN – WITH NO TRICK OR TREATING

As I have previously written, “trick or treat” played little or no part of my Halloweens of the 1970s. It was a quaint American customer, something that you read about in Betsy Bryars’s novels but never experienced directly. The 31st October still meant apple bobbing,...
A DISH OF ANDOUILLES

A DISH OF ANDOUILLES

The reader may have noted that I write comparatively little about the many and varied delights of the kitchen at Chateau de Bois Giraud. The reason for this is quite simple – I am one of the worst cooks in the history of Western civilisation, a fact I blame on my...
THE HEART OF REGION

THE HEART OF REGION

A confession that should not come as much as shock to the gentle reader – this writer’s expertise on fine wines is on a par with his comprehension of the internal combustion engine or why the BBC continues to broadcast Casualty. Yet, I do take an interest in this vast...
WHY I CRAVE A RENAULT CARAVELLE

WHY I CRAVE A RENAULT CARAVELLE

One day, preferably after I have won the Lottery, I will sweep up to the gates of Chateau de Bois Giraud in an ivory-coloured Renault Caravelle. Ever since I first saw one of these splendid machines (it was in the comedy film That Riviera Touch) they have represented...