Showing posts with label Massignac. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Massignac. Show all posts

Wednesday, 12 November 2014

A cattle-themed late October walk near Massignac

There was a lot of information provided on signboards along this walk, so I considered splitting it into two blogs for 2 reasons.  Firstly, because a single blog might be too long and secondly, our slow internet connection can't cope with too many photos!  However, I decided that it would spoil the story, so here it is, all in one post. Hopefully it will be of special interest to my French readers, as the signs are understandably French!  I am going to ask Nigel to do a little translation here so my English followers can get the gist of the story.

We started walking from Massignac,  which I have written about Here , Here and Here.  On a lovely sunny and calm day, we arrived at a southern point of the artificial lake named Lac de Mas-Chaban.

Footbridge sited to assist ramblers on  walks around the lake

Where you are welcomed to the start of the "Path of the Cow's Meadow" following the story of la Vache (the cow), in particular, the Limousine breed. The signs are designed as a source of learning, particularly, for the many parties of children who are brought here on school trips.

Sign 1 reads "Good day, I am the beautiful Limousine. Not those which come out of car factories!" and more description extolling the virtues of the breed! The yellow line on the little map marks the pathway of 3,5 km around this part of the lake.

" In times past, my ancestors returned to numerous heavy tasks around the farm" The breed was praised as light, docile, speedy and powerful and over time was selectively bred from the best examples, as cross-breeding was found to be unsuccessful.

"In 1770, there was a meat shortage in Paris and the authorities asked the local offices if they could count on the Limousines to provision the capital after Easter" 

"Bocage means countryside where the fields and meadows are surrounded by trees and hedges." This arrangement provided an essential component in the raising of these cattle.

The gravel pathway winds its way around the perimeter of the lake.

A board about the setting down of genealogical principles for breeding Limousine cattle in the "Herd Book", written in the penultimate decade of the 19th century.

The younger cattle are fed on mother's milk and grass, then slaughtered for veal at around 8-10 months.

Others are weaned and fattened with cereals and sold at around 10-15 months. The meat is young but already mature and tasty.

The male cattle (Limousin - with no "e") are fattened and slaughtered at about 18 months to provide very high quality meat, renowned in the butchery industry.

A board about regulation of the industry and establishment of benchmark labelling for high quality meat production.

We stopped to watch a grey heron fly overhead.

A little game for the childrens' entertainment on the lines of the Rubik cube, where they must correctly match the fore and hind parts of four different breeds of cow farmed locally, with their middles.

The cow as a subject in various forms of human endeavour, literature, poetry, strip cartoons, cinema, song and advertising being listed here.

Small plaques showing Apis, an Egyptian god with a cow's head, cows featured in 17,000 year old Dordogne rock paintings and lastly a Greek scene with a mature Limousin bull.

Nearly back to where we started!

Returning to Massignac and features (above and below) outside a local shop.



Many small villages have such helpful map boards to inform walkers and ramblers of suggested routes, of varying lengths, in the area.


My daily diary can be seen HERE

See also My Life Before Charente (updated 30 October 2014) 
Sorry about the long delay in posts on the above but I will endeavour to keep it up to date more often!

Friday, 5 September 2014

Laundry and the lavoir at Massignac.

The view of Massignac taken from Lac Mas Chaban, a giant artificial lake just down the road.  For posts on Massignac see HERE and HERE.  Not sure why I missed out the lavoir when I posted these!

Lavoirs in France were first constructed around 1870. Before that, the village ladies had to go to the river (if there was one) or find a local spring or pond where they could wash their clothes. The process was aided by the use of large stones and timber frames. They were women's territory! Here, information and news were circulated; reputations were made and unmade and arguments were sometimes settled by fights with wooden clothes beaters, with the losing participant usually ending up in the water!

 A close up of the wash boards. See two on the side of the lavoir and two hung up on a roof beam. I wonder how long the clothes used to last with this scrubbing!

Piped water supply to the lavoir.

I would guess this bench is placed here in memory of one of the local people who was associated in some way with this lavoir. Perhaps in later life he used to sit and contemplate in this quiet, peaceful and pretty spot?

I should have taken a separate close up of the plaque on the bench, but only when I went through the photos did I realise my mistake! This is an electronic enlargement! Francois would have lived 83 years, through a great deal of the 20th century and all the change that brought!

At the back of the church garden.

There is a framed display hung under the lavoir's roof, informing visitors of stories and anecdotes of life at that time. The shots above and below, from September 2001, show local ladies re-creating the scene.

According to one anecdote, laundry washing at "grand houses", which possessed a lot of linen, was done twice a year, in spring and autumn  and the process wasn't a small affair! The calendar and state of the moon were taken into account and some luck was needed for drying! 

The washing procedure (called the  Budjedo) took place over two days and I'm summarising the French description of quite a complex process! I'd be glad to know if you have heard of this  activity! In the early morning of the first day, the "couleuse" (a woman skilled in this type of washing) arrived to supervise. Water was heated, over a wood fire, in a giant clay pot (a budjadier) with a cast iron overflow; a sack of wood ash being put in the bottom before the laundry was added to the very hot water. Cold water was added slowly to the pot all day while the laundry soaked. Water flowing from the overflow had always to be very hot, hence the skill required of adding wood to the fire as necessary to achieve this! 

Early on the second day, the ladies came to take their washing out of the budjadier, transporting it home in wheelbarrows reserved for the process (see photo!). They washed the laundry again with Marseilles soap, using river or other clear water and rinsed and dried it. Thankfully, it's all much easier now!


My thanks to Nigel for translating the writing from the framed display, and for writing most of this post for me.   Also for the use of his computer as mine is completely dead at the moment.  If I am slow on answering comments please note that my computer has not yet been fixed!!  (If it can be fixed!)



Friday, 30 July 2010

Massignac (Part 2 final)

As yesterday turned out to be a busy day at home, I decided that I would post Massignac part 2 now, so the two posts are together.  Thursday was occupied with washing, making courgette pickle, courgette and ginger jam, and freezing beans.  As you will have guessed, the courgettes and the beans in the garden are doing extremely well!!
This is the church, the steeple of which you can see  in the first photo of the previous post. 
A closer view of the door
A peek inside
at the stained glass window.

The War Memorial 1914 - 1918


A small village street.
with an unusual wooden fronted house.
Yet another small village lane
I thought that the elaborate balustrade around this little balcony was quite interesting.  The date over the door is 1900, but I am sure that the blind on the doorway is a later addition! 
I was curious to know what might be behind this door.

as I was with this one as well.

Wednesday, 28 July 2010

Massignac (Part 1)

Here I am back on my own again.  Nigel left yesterday morning with little desire to return to the UK.  Trouble is, someone still has to bring in the money!  We keep buying lottery tickets in the hope that he can drop tools and join me in retirement, but so far, all we have managed to win is the odd £6 or £10 - they keep forgetting to add a string of zeros on the end!



On my way home from the airport, I stopped off  to walk around a little village that I have driven through many times, but never really taken much notice of.  I thought you would like to take a tour with me.  
Taken from down the road on the approach to the village

I then crossed the bridge before entering Massignac

The lake that 'slims down' to run under the bridge.

A building in the centre which I think was a small restaurant. Note the brown 'item' behind the hedge

This is what it looks like from the other side!

The remainder of the centre, the boulangerie (baker) and the charcuterie (butcher).

I am sure this little gate has many stories it could tell

My guess is that this was used for grain storage, though I am possibly wrong. I think the grain was loaded in through the top openings and then taken out through the small doors at the bottom.
 
I just thought this looked quite pretty
and I was curious to know what was behind both of the above :-)

More photos of the church and the village to follow in another post.