Life at the chateau

The Joys of the Renault 4CV

As readers are all too aware, I am a scribe of many ambitions. Of my two current goals, one is to wander the grounds of Chateau Bois de Giraud playing the theme to Touchez Pas au Grisbi on my blues harp while looking suitably world-weary and Jean Gabin-like. The...

JANUARY IN THE CHATEAU

Chateau do Bois Giraud has a multitude of uses - and at this time of the year, it is the ideal venue for a holiday from your Christmas holiday. For those of use of a certain nationality and age – British and born in the same year as the moon landing, Abbey Road and...

CHRISTMAS APPROACHES

Readers beware as I feel the urges to indulge in pseudo-profundity in this current blog. Some may wish to seek refuge in re-runs of Escape to the Chateau:  DIY but for those brave enough to remain – brace yourselves. When a scribe approaches his 50th birthday, all...

HAPPY ST. NICHOLAS DAY

In a previous blog, I wrote about French traditions of St. Nicholas Day on the 6th December, some pleasant – leaving sweets in the shoes of children – and some that might not be well received. His travelling companion Père Fouettard has the anti-social habit of...

CHRISTMAS IS NEAR…

At this time of year, many of us have pleasant visions of Christmas in a hotel; waited upon hand and foot with no rows about the television/catering standards/who forgot to invite whom. Equally, there are countless families who crave just a tad more domestic space on...

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

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

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

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

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...