So long, Roland

At the weekend I became an official inhabitant of the countryside – yes, I killed my first rat.

My opponent, RolandNow it’s not something I feel particularly happy about – I’ve only ever killed animals accidentally before by hitting them in the car, so to deliberately kill something came quite hard to me.

However, our friend Roland was sitting under the washing line and we needed to bring the washing in, so it was time for me to step up to the plate and show the rodent world that I meant business. After all, we have been kept awake far too many nights by various unidentified rodents dancing a merry jig in the roof over our bed – I figured it was payback time.

Of course, had I been a real country fellow I would have just clubbed or skewered it with a spade and been done with it. But somehow I couldn;t bring myself to do that, so I took to throwing large rocks at it. Less messy I thought. This was true, but also less accurate….

After several failed attempts to deal the killing blow I finally managed to hit the  furry fella square in the head, which seemed to do the job. Several large rocks later and I was sure of my victory. All hail the conquering hero! See how brave he is taking on a creature 1/20th his size! See the adoring family welcoming back the brave warrior, safe in the knowledge that the vicious monster is no more…..

I’m sure this was the first of many such encounters to come – here’s hoping they don’t all play on my concience like this one.

Lacking in confidence…

Wow. We’ve just had a brief (30 minutes) meeting with the head and teachers at teh primary school regarding the progress of Molly and Joe. Boy it was tough! I like to think I can get by with the French language. My GCSE studies stood me in good stead to get me going when I arrived over here and I have gained in confidence and vocabulary over the 4 months we have been here. But I still struggle to maintain a conversation for longer than 10 minutes without drying up. I set off down a conversational path, certain that I know what I want to say, but then I hit a word that I don;t know and BAM – I’m stuck. Of course, the sensible thing for me to do would be to carry a dictionary around, but that would require me to be far too organised.

So I opened the meeting by asking them to speak slowly, which they did at first, but, as is normal, they got gradually faster and faster and Lisa and I started to lose the plot.

“Confidence” was the word we needed…we could not think of the translation. “C’est la contre de ‘timide’” we said. But even then they couldn’t think what it was. Of course, nowI’m home, my trusty friend BabelFish tells me it’s “confiance”, which I thought I had said, but there you go.

If only I had a babel fish in my ear, now THAT would be helpful.

Babel Fish

NB. If you reached this page looking for the BabelFish translation site, you can find it at http://babelfish.yahoo.com. Feel free to stay here and look around first though… :)

Fussy Pair…?

…no, Foussais-Payré! This is where we now live, hence the title of this site.

Foussais is an ancient village located in the south-east corner of the Vendée (click here for a map). It has about 1200 inhabitants and is classified as a “Petite Cité de Caractère”. It was originally founded in the 11th century and is, apparently, steeped in history. There certainly are some rather nice old buildings, and the church is Roman and seems to be quite important architecturally.

There is a book in our local Tabac all about the history of the village which I keep meaning to buy, but I am always put off by the thgouht of having to translate it. Perhaps I should start by reading children’s books and work up from there…

The village is quite vibrant, with an Auberge, a Tabac, a small supermarket, butchers, bakers (our neighbour, Michel – more of him to come!), Chocolate shop (Rosie’s favourite place), and a big sports centre. There are lots of events held in the local ‘salles’ and there are 2 local schools – St. Antoine (where our 2 youngest go) and Gaston Goulard.

We ended up in Foussais rather by chance. While looking for an area to live, we narrowed our search based on the transport links – it was vital that I could easily travel back to the UK in order to work there when necessary, so I didn;t want to be more than an hour from the airport.

The region between Nantes and Niort seemed to fit the bill quite nicely, as half-way between these two cities is a region that is around 1 hour from 3 airports, Nantes Atlantiques, La Rochelle and Poitiers. So we focussed our search on this small area. Having seen several houses on the first 2 days of our initial house-hunting trip we really were despairing about our plight. We felt we would never find anything and it was so depressing.

Then along came Marion, our saviour! She pulled out 3 great-looking houses, the second of which was this one in Foussais. Once we saw it we knew this was the one. And as an added bonus, Marion also lived in the village, so we found out everything we could possibly need to know abo ut the area too. We really fell on our feet and snapped the house up!

Welcome

La famille Barley

This is us, the Barley family.

For years we have harboured a dream to move from our home on the east coast of England to a new life in France. In December 2007 we made that dream a reality.

This blog will be a collection of our thoughts, experiences and other random items that we hope you will find mildly interesting.

But first, some introductions…

I’m Richard, 36 and I’m a consultant for an IT company. I’m married to Lisa (age undisclosed!), who, up until the move, was a teaching assistant at the local school. We have 3 children: Rosie (12), Molly (10) and Joe (8). And together we are finding our way through the maze of new experiences that make up the process of settling in a new country