At the top of the Charantes stands an old lime kiln, not used for 50 years and now inhabbited by various species of owl. Next door, a French farm house with a shed and barn hiding a busy road and creating a haven inside the property for the 30 odd chickens and 6 or 7 cockrels. Surprisingly, the weather here is not as nice as north in Brittany and we sored a few cold windy days and some snow on two occasions. Luckily, our main task over the two weeks of our stay ...

We now find ourselves in Breizh which is the Celtic for Bretagne (being the French for Brittany). The place we are staying at is situated between Dinan and St Malo on the Rance river. Its an old house which has been renovated and we;re helping to complete a couple of Gites converted from the old barn in the backyard. The house is quite nice and during WWII it was inhabited by German soldiers. The current owners found some old ammunition of theirs durig their reno...

Workaway pt. 2 begins. 'A good idea,' I thought, when it was suggested to escape the windy winter in west Ireland by heading to the south of France. So myself and Brendan, ever true to our plan, have arived in Normandy which does happen to be in the north of France and as equally as cold as winter in Ireland. Infact, im sure it is colder. There is a huge snowstorm forecast to arrive at our front door tomorrow. Such things just dont happen in Ireland. Its a lovel...

Ive been inspired to take a few notes today from the long stretch of sunny weather all of a sudden. I was here for a week and all I saw was rain and grey gloomy clouds. Having to retype this for taking too long to post and being automaticall logged out in the process doesnt really help though. My jobs here are many: Im a painter for the entry hall, Im a barrista (mostly for my self) and Im a doer of whateverelse needs doing in this old wooden Norwegian house. I...

Heres a few highlights of the time I spent living alone in the one man shack. I call it a shack because theres no plumbing, and only one small lamp for when it gets dark. A very cultural Sami market in the local town one saturday meant I was wandering around looking some beautiful traditional dress accessories, eating reindeer kebabs, and taking a dry sled ride pulled by eight huskies. A delivery of food for my small refrigerator made its day also. On 5th Septem...