Confetti bomb
September 17, 2008 by bobmottramBy the Bridge
September 17, 2008 by bobmottramAlan and Angela greet the Maire and his wife
September 17, 2008 by bobmottramThe Maire arrives to witness Richard and Sophia’s vows and give a great speech about pre-revolutionary France and the colours of the sash – blue for the revolution, white for the King and red for the city of Paris…… the precursor provinces of Aunis and Saintonge …… during the reception he also confirmed the oft repeated tale that the Germans ran the area from Le Petit Marais until driven out by the Macquis on 2nd September 1944.The Macquis then ran things from LPM until civil government was restored.
Steps
September 1, 2008 by bobmottramGormless Guest
July 30, 2008 by bobmottram
Gormless Guest, originally uploaded by Le Patron.
There are always loads of candidates for this accolade and I’m up there with the front runners having just mislaid key 84 which has served us faithfully since 1991.
Pride of place must go to Hazel Deeley of Troon and Manchester who decided to commemorate her visit to LPM by scratching her name in the Roman stone at the top of the steps. Words fail me.
Andy’s House
July 30, 2008 by bobmottram
Andy’s House, originally uploaded by Le Patron.
Andy partners a Morris Minor Traveller and Glyn Cowie – Pauls mum.
He has bought a house just down the road ( 17 minutes if you leg it ) from Le Petit Marais, in St Savinien. Just up from the river on the western edge of town it is easy to find. It’s the only house with a moggie parked outside.
Paul’s House
July 30, 2008 by bobmottramLe Petit Marais et ses batiments
July 30, 2008 by bobmottram
Le Petit Marais et ses batiments, originally uploaded by Le Patron.
This is a fisheye picture of LPM taken with my old Olympus 8mm Fisheye attached to the Epson RD1-s with an m mount from Stephen Gandy. It is here as a test post from Flickr ’cause I think I have used up my free space on Word Press.
Wild Life
April 28, 2008 by bobmottram
Snake sunbathing on the parc side of the secret garden. I have never seen all these snakes and secretly hoped they weren’t there. Thanks to David Morris who enjoyed lousy weather because he was with his wife Sarah who is more of a rain and cold god(dess) than I am.

Deer disturbed from eating Alan and Angela’s wheat. Alan arranges to have them delivered so that he can make his case for a gun and lots of green clothing and become truly, madly, deeply French.
Small nuclear power station
April 9, 2008 by bobmottram




