Sommet de Peyre Blanque et pointes 2176m, 2224m et 2256m

Susie had a girlfriend over today so I headed into the hills. the original plan had been to climb Pic de Crabère (2095m) but the piste de Mont Ner was closed at the Lac Bethmale, so I returned to the Col de la Core and followed my nose. I set off towards the Etang d'Eychelle then at Gazech took the path to the right heading for the col d'Auèdole. I left the path and climbed to cross the south ridge of Tuc de la Seube through bilberries and hard patchy snow. There's supposed to be a path but if there was, it was barely discernible. 10m of fronting was necessary to cross the banked snow on the ridge, then more bilberry bashing until finally I picked up the path heading to the Col des Pans. Crampons on continuously after this as I followed the ridge over the tops listed in the post title on hard névé. Signs that someone else had done the same in the opposite direction with a dog, but in warmer conditions with soft snow (clear boot prints). I didn't leave the car until after 11 and it was a little after 2 so time for turn around. A few years ago I did the entire horseshoe.

Looking from the Sommet de Peyre Blanque towards the next couple of summits

Etang d'Ayes thinly frozen

Etang d'Eychelle also frozen

Little cornices on the ridge

Two walkers with big packs heading for the Col de la Crouzette. In these spring like conditions hut to hut treks don't need skis. 

I also noted a second hut built next to the cabane d'Eychelle - probably a bergerie.

After a quick lunch a descent by the same route until a gradual descent through more bilberries to reach the Col d'Auèdole and then the lower traversing path to regain GR10 to the Col de la Core. 

A grand day of 5hrs and about 1200m of ascent. Feeling stronger, though pain and swelling on the bone under my left knee hints at arthritis - will have to get it checked out at the GP.

 

Post COVID activities

It's taken a long time to recover from COVID. No great illness just generally tired, with lingering aches and pains. 

The specialist yarns I ordered from the UK last November were lost by Royal Mail. A second set were dispatched to Jasper but they didn't arrive in time for Susie to bring them back to France with her. Jasper posted them and Royal Mail have lost them again. even though they were tracked delivery (they never made it beyond the Post Office). So now we have to wait 4 weeks before we can get compensation will only cover half the cost. Very frustrating, I think I will only use DPD or DHL from now on.

So a weave on the loom using the threads I have here left over from other projects. An iridescent voile on 12 shafts. It'll probably be a scarf. 

A short walk in the mountains (very free of snow at the moment with little precipitation and warm temperatures) to start stretching our legs and regain some fitness. A wander from the east spur of Tuc de Mensongère to the Col de la Serre du Cot (1546m), then along the ridge towards Pic de Soubirou but stopping a little short at just over 2000m.

A grand deficit of snow

A chasseur and his dogs on Col de Serre du Cot with the Port d'Aula in the far distance

Christmas

This year's Christmas patisserie project is a raspberry and chocolate entremet with layers of genoise sponge, chocolate mousse, raspberry compote and chocolate.

For main course we have some local red deer venison marinated with juniper berries and extremely slow cooked at 100°c.

A short trip to Lisbon

It's been a very long time since Susie and I have had sometime away from Quélébu together and as Sheri needed to go to Lisbon on a fact finding mission before she leads a Linblad cruise there, we decided to make a trip of it with her and Michiel.

Despite the stormy weather when we were there, we found it a very interesting city and ideal for a weekend break. 

Unfortunately despite wearing a facemask on public transport links, at the airport and on the flight, I managed to get COVID. I felt pretty ill on the Monday and after a bout of uncontrollable shivering on disembarking from the aircraft at Toulouse, I took a test which confirmed all.

At the botanical gardens after a massage at The Vintage Hotel

At the tile museum

 

Porto-born French engineer Raul Mesnier de Ponsard designed this tower. He was a student of Gustave Eiffel to whom the tower is often wrongly attributed.

Cherry schnapps (called Ginjinha in Lisbon) in dark chocolate cups 

 

A trip to Belém with a monument to the Portuguese explorers of the age of discovery

Wild boar

We've had a lot of wildboar damage this year and I even saw a red deer stag above the Quélébu a few weeks ago. I shot a wildboar on Joubac last weekend but in general we haven't had much luck this year finding them. Today I was on a walk with Susie and I stumbled across a group of three stags (just managing to snap a photo of one of them before they bolted). Then twenty minutes later when we were descending from the summit 15 wildboars paraded in front of us!

A stroll up to the snowline

 A Sunday stroll with Sheri and Michiel from col de la Trappe up to Prat Mataou (Guzet). Pistes are nicely prepared and waiting for the snow, some of which arrived last night!

Red billed leiothrix

 These beautiful little birds (passerines) are still about

Quadruple weave bags

 

Off the loom and finished

Autumn starts to give way to winter

The weather is turning, the air is cooler and rain and snow are falling. In the fields the bramblings are abundant and stocking up for harder times ahead.

 

Exploring quadruple weave

With doubleweave one weaves two cloths one above the other, normally on four shafts.These cloths can be joined at the selvedges as you weave to create either a tube or a double folded cloth (joined at one selvedge only). With eight shafts one can weave four cloths and this opens up many possibilities.

Whereas a cloth in 8/2 cotton might have 25 warp threads per inch width (10 threads per cm), weaving four cloths one on top of the other means there are now 100 threads per inch (40 threads per cm) - which makes dressing the loom a little more cramped to say the least!

these first explorations are just to try the different techniques and structures so I've been easy on myself colour coding the warps for each of the four cloths and starting with a 5.5" (12.5cm) wide warp a couple of meters long.

The first section is weaving a tube within a tube - effectively a bag with a lining. Next I brought the lining to the outside and the outside to the inside. Still a single bag but with a "waffled" wall. 

With two layers to the walls of the bag, I tried a bit of leno lace. Hand manipulation of the outer cloth warp threads to create an open structure which allows you to see the cloth below peaking through.

Next I wove four separate layers (4 rather than 2 shuttles required) to form a pair of open ended tubes around the top of the bag to accept a pair of drawstrings.

Finally, a pair of tubes side by side that when turned inside out into the bag already woven will create double lining divided into two sections.
 

Before Susie got back I had time to refresh our kitchen table, which I made exactly 16 years ago. I've refinished it a couple of times, but because of some incompatibility between varnishes, its become slightly sticky recently. I replaced the central (floor) boards and upcycled the old ones to make more shelves in the utility room. The perimeter boards were planed down then painted with chalk paint (blue rather than the old Basque red). This was then waxed, whilst the central wood was oiled.

Chalk paint covering well

                    

All finished

At 4.50 the following morning, I was woken by a scream that sounded like a child. I rushed outside with the torch and immediately picked up the eyes of a fox in the field and Mr Clinton our cockerel! Clinton had obviously fallen asleep in the hedge and when I locked the chickens up for the night, I hadn't noticed he was missing! The fox had found him and snatched him from his perch whilst he slept. I kept the fox away from him with the torch and a few shouts whilst I put on wellies and then rescued him from the field. He'd lost a few feathers but seemed to have gotten free from his attacker without much physical injury - he's a big bird. I bundled him into the henhouse, then chased the fox through the woods for 10 minutes until he realised I meant business! Clinton stayed in the henhouse for three days somewhat traumatised, but now seems to have recovered.

A few days later in the morning Shelley our oldest hen (6 years old) was slumped on the floor of the henhouse. She didn't want any food or water so she lay cradled in my arms for a couple of hours until she died peacefully. I think she had a great life and she's now buried next to Mr Quincy who she was devoted to.