Wednesday, 27 July 2011

How Green Is The Sea

A glazed tile on a house wall in the village of Coet-Bugat, France.  The language is Breton (Breizh) and the lettering and design attracted me. I liked it even more when I looked up the words.  It says "How green is the sea".

An entry to Signs, Signs

Tuesday, 26 July 2011

ABC Wednesday - Break

How nice to get away and take a break, relax. We arrived in France on the 9th July driving down to the rented Gite. All discoveries in front of us. Unpacked and later that evening up the stairs to bed. If only I had not decided to come down the stairs again in the moonlight. They turned at the bottom, but I did not my feet scrambling on air. Bump, my hip hit the tiled floor. Argh. My partner, when I could not move, ever the optimist said, maybe it is a muscle injury. No signal on the mobiles so off he went into the night and returned with 2 French men who by chance had been returning home from a night out. One was a paramedic who looked after me until the Pompiers arrive. In France it is the Firemen who run the emergency services, and one of the reasons they are held in such affection by country and get to lead the parades.
In the rural part of France where we were staying they were volunteers so they were called from their homes to look after me. They made me comfortable placing me on the air stretcher, the  leader, a small, but strong, woman lifting me on.  Off we went with flashing lights and arrived at the hospital in Vannes half an hour, a fast trip. We shook hands and thank them as they left, a trio of kind strangers. Taken to X-Ray or Radio it was discovered I had broken the top of my femur. The surgeon asked if I wanted to be repatriated or have the operation there the next day. It took a heartbeat to say here. After a painful (douleur) night the next day I was operated on and returned to the hospital room. I now had an prosthesis (a new ball joint and a spike down my femur).  Returned to one of the two bedded rooms, I was lucky enough to have the one by the window. The rooms were light and airy. I gazed out of the window on to the tree lined car park. The days passed with  pain killers and  wonderful medical care.  How to learn French with total immersion. Well actually how to learn medical French.  My little French/English dictionary came into its own as I and the nurses flicked through it. What wonderful cheerful, professional care I received from the nurses. Eventually I arose from my bed to be taught by the physiotherapist how to use cannes (canes) or as we would call them walking sticks.  The surgeon had said I would be in for 5 days and then walk out. Behold I did. What else can I say. Well the hospital meals were restaurant quality. Apart from breakfast, well I'm English so missed a gentle cereal rather than a strong bowl of coffee and a bun.

At first I shared a room with a very sick and elderly woman who had a superb appetite, I though it was me who could not manage the full array until I shared the room with a woman who had broken her arm in 3 places in the shower. We both agreed these were big meals as we swapped holiday destinations in France and England.

Better medical care could not have been given in such a caring way. So I raise my glass to French hospitals, in particular the Centre Hospitalier Bretagne Atlantique,  their staff and the kindness of strangers.
The pictures are courtesy of my partner who travelled on the train each day to see me in hospital with news of the outside world. He thought this kissing couple were about to be parted but no, they were just waiting for the train together.

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Wednesday, 6 July 2011

Breton Flag

I'm off on holiday to where this flag flies.  Looking forward to good French food, great scenery and dolmens. I'd say sunshine but don't want to jinx it too much.   Back in a few weeks.

Tuesday, 5 July 2011

ABC Wednesday - Yacht

Yo ho ho and avast me hearties I see a yacht mast behind the yellow centred pansies. 
it be the Badger, its  yard painted yellow, but its not setting sail, the tide is out on the Duddon Estuary.
No problem when you have a ladder.  This is the macro tidal estuary of Ravenglass, with a tidal range of over 7 metres (23 feet) on spring tides and largely empties of water at low tide.  So why not tootle over in a van?   But the best way to see a yacht is
under full sail. This is St Malo harbour late morning, the sun shining, and a warm breeze. If all goes well I will be arriving here in the early morning on Saturday for a few weeks in France. Hope to see you all in the next round of ABC Wednesday.

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