The loss of our beautiful fat cockerel and 24 hens had been a blow, but despite what you might think, not everything in our new life was a complete disaster. The wildlife pond had turned out to be one of hubby’s more successful projects. Although a good number of aquatic plants had died, the fish population had flourished and this part of the garden had become a haven for wildlife — insects, frogs, toads and snakes had all taken up residence. But it wasn’t all plain sailing. Mr Guppy, the plump fish with the beautiful tail, was the first to disappear. And then, one spring, a heron discovered the pond and cleared it of fish overnight.
Collioure in colour
At 6.30pm on 2nd December, the first screening of Collioure couleurs will take place.
From January 2016, financial institutions in over 50 countries around the world began collecting information on their clients and their accounts. This data will be passed onto the clients’ country of residence in 2017.
To find the best quality saffron you do not need to travel far. In the hills above Calmeilles, at the feet of Canigou, Laurent Dieval and his wife Hilde have been growing this intriguing flower since 2011.
GBP/EUR has spiked to nearly 1.19, no fundamental reason for this.
Festive concerts across the POs with choirs from south and north Catalonia, representing all generations and singing in several languages.
in February, the farm celebrates its 15th anniversary, and to commemorate that event, we are producing a limited edition of 150 CDs, featuring 15 professionally recorded classical
From the beginning of December, the SNCF will compensate TGV and Intercités passengers who arrive more than 30 minutes late at their destination.
Saturday December 3rd – Foyer Municipal, Maureillas 2pm-5pm TELETHON 2014 British Tea Rooms This year, you are once again invited to the British tea rooms in Maureillas on Saturday December 3rd. All proceeds go to the…
If you remember, hubby and I had pitched up in Ceret on our bikes as part of a planned journey through France. This hadn’t really gone as hubby had expected as we’d only cycled as far as Perpignan. Looming mountains and an idyllic run-down old mas had got in the way.