Eating in France: Jaffa Cake Revolution

When my boyfriend first asked me to fill any gaps in my hand luggage with packs of bacon and cheddar cheese, I thought he was joking – and a bit odd. But he’s right that the bacon is not the same in France, it’s streaky strips or fatty lardons. I’ve also found it hard to find a decent fat juicy sausage – many of them are thin long things that pinder up under the grill and don’t have much taste. There’s a heck of a lot of cheese and it’s served with practically every meal – not just after Christmas dinner when it’s opened and hardly touched as in England – but you won’t easily find a strong mature cheddar taste equivalent. I know these are the types of things you can hanker after when you’ve lived away for a while, but when I told him I had no room left in my suitcase and he exclaimed “Well strap it to your thighs then!” I thought he’d gone a bit far. Continue reading “Eating in France: Jaffa Cake Revolution”

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French Postcards & Sinister Sheep Ceremonies

Now I’m no marketing guru, but what impression some of the French postcard makers are trying to give to tourists I can’t work out. We live in a beautiful village – it actually has the official title “L’un des plus beaux villages du France / One of the most beautiful villages in France”.  It has a medieval square with awesome ancient archways, gorgeous flowers everywhere and a stunning church.

Here’s a picture I took, to give you an idea: Continue reading “French Postcards & Sinister Sheep Ceremonies”

Playing the “Wild Woman”….

A fellow former BBC journalist loving a new life in France – what an adventure she’s having, and I’m hoping to get a taste of it when we move to the Alps for the summer next week!

Katy Dartford

me on the vent du dragon Me, battling with the Vent du Dragon

One of the (many) great thing about living in Chamonix (and being freelance- so fairly flexible) is that occasionally I’m asked to help out with some really exciting things….

A few weeks ago Caroline George, a mountain guide and owner of Into the Mountains asked me to help out with a film shoot she was the subject of. I met Caroline over a year ago on a women only ski touring course and have since interviewed her for a few of my articles.

Caroline was one of the stars of a documentary by film maker and photographer Lukasz Warzecha  called “Wild Women,” being made for Epic TV. I also knew Lukasz through the climbing media, but had never met in person- so was looking forward to that.

Epic TV say: “Wild Women is a documentary following the lives of eight incredible female…

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The Lunchtime Catch 22

If you’re looking for lunch out, lunchtime is not the best time to do it. Because the shops that sell lunch close for lunch. Yes you heard right. The spa, the boulangerie, the bakery, the places that sell your quiche and pie and a bit of cake – all the things you want most at lunchtime out of all the other times of day – are closed so the staff can have their own lunches. Because it’s lunchtime. This absolute rigid refusal to change centuries of tradition and give in to the demands of the market, whatever state your business might be in, is another characteristic of the French. Continue reading “The Lunchtime Catch 22”

Drinking in France: Sadly Lacking Jaegerbombs

The small village we live in is dead during winter. There were a couple of restaurants open on certain days, and no bars. In France if your business is dependent on tourism, like a restaurant or bar, the government gives you a subsidy of two-thirds of your summer income during the winter to keep you going – so most of them close of course.

So when the weather started picking up in April and some establishments showed signs of preparing to open I was excited. Continue reading “Drinking in France: Sadly Lacking Jaegerbombs”

The Drink Driving Problem In France

If the French government is listening let me put forward this rather important suggestion – you need to have a subsidised taxi service serving all your rural villages in order to stop people drink driving. Villages are small and spread out, lots of homes are on large plots of land in between and the only way people can get over to the next town for a night out or to visit friends is to drink and drive. Public transport doesn’t exist and there are no taxis. The country is so vast, there are so few cars on the roads and the back routes are so numerous that they can’t possibly be policed, and aren’t. Continue reading “The Drink Driving Problem In France”

France Doesn’t Do Fast Food

They’ve not got the hang of fast food yet in France. We went on a long drive to the Alps in January, and stopping at a service station I was shocked at what I found. There were jars with what looked like pickled organs or medical experiments gone wrong in them. And the sandwiches were so sloppy you couldn’t even pick them out of the wrappers without them disintegrating. “Just stop at a restaurant, take a couple of hours and a few carafes and don’t be in such a hurry” you can hear French culture moaning on the breeze. Apparently last year was the first time fast food sales took more of the lunch market than traditional brasseries but they’ve really still got some way to go. With McDonald’s however they do have the right idea. Heineken! On the drive-thru drinks menu. Brilliant. Continue reading “France Doesn’t Do Fast Food”

What UK Women Need to Know About The Men of France

At the risk of sparking a mass emmigration from England of women in their early 30s, let me tell you about the men of rural France. They are practical. They build things and fix things and they love it. A couple of days after I moved in, the boyfriend popped outside to help the wood man who was delivering our logs. He came back about 40 minutes later and, peaking out of the duvet where I was having a lie-in, I commented that it had taken a while. “I just thought I’d build a roof for the log area and a BBQ shelf while I was there,” he said off-hand. He had no idea all this hammering, drilling, sawing and digging is actually incredibly sexy. Maybe it’s because I worked in the media, but most of the men I know in England are completely inept at any sort of DIY. Continue reading “What UK Women Need to Know About The Men of France”