In a corner of the dining area of our large room downstairs is the place where the old scullery was.
When the builder took down the walls of this room and removed the old sink we were still left with some traces of its former role.
These were the large bolts in the wall which carried the cumulous which is what the French call their immersion heaters, and the old meat safe on the wall, wire mesh on one side and glazed on the inside.

As this faces south and catches the light in the morning I have put a blue syphon there for pretty.
Last night when I unpacked some random boxes of glass I found his brother, bought many years ago in Annecy and forgotten, so I put him in there too for company.

From the garden I stole the treble clef pot holder which the nuns had left behind to hang from one of the bolts.
The other metal sculpture, on the other bolt, started its life as a paint-pot holder on a step ladder we bought last year. Last week Síle had good idea to stick into it a sheaf of lavander which she found, thrown out in the garden dump.
Now dried out after a week on the terrace it acts as a gentle source of perfume in the corner of our room.

The wood on the safe still awaits its final colour, Clive had painted the Kitchen a wonderful gray called Lamproom Gray by Farrow and Ball.
After much research we have discovered a shop in Montpellier who have been able to get it in for us and we can collect it from them next week.