And so on friday night at seven o clock Clive and I and most of the remaining furniture from our house in Waterford pulled up outside the presbytery in Thezan.
We had left Rosslare at 9.00 on Thursday morning, driven the 400 klms to Portsmouth, there we had had a few pints of English bitter (warm and flat but very tasty) eaten a passable Indian dinner and then slept the night through on Brittany Ferries Mont St Michel before travelling south through snow and ice to Thezan Les Beziers.

And it is cold down here too, the coldest we have ever experienced, temperatures dropping to minus three in the night and a wind from the north which you could shave with.
We are very glad of the Godin which we keep going all day and night so that our living room is kept warm.

The days are however very bright and sunny so we do have the illusion of heat if not the reality.

Today is Valentines day and Sunday Tribune readers will have the dubious pleasure of reading about Sile and I, and our wedding in 1972.

Claire Ryan, a feature writer for the Tribune came across the blog and decided that we would epitomise a Seventies wedding on a piece she was doing for Valentines day on Irish weddings through the decades.

We agreed to do the piece and then were then interviewed seperately about our impressions of the day, and sent in a photo of us at the reception and got another photo taken of us battered by 37 years of marriage.
I have no idea how the piece will turn out and of course cannot get my hands on a copy of the Trib down here so must await it going on line later in the week to see how we appeared.

Herself and himself in 1973.