A New View on the World

We have been living in France for almost 17 years, and in that time, if we wanted French TV we had to look at it on our phones. We're in a shadow here, so any aerial to receive it to our TV would have to be 20' high, and provoke the council.

As I wrote two weeks ago, our TV was on its last legs. Luckily a TV came up on the soldes at SuperU for 99€, and Susan bought it with our shopping. We still don't get French TV through the aerial or the satellite, but once I sorted out some WiFi issues with a range extender we now get French TV via the France TV and TV1 apps.

To celebrate, we watched a 1970 musical film "Peau d'âne" ("Donkey Skin" in English), a French fairy tale by Charles Perrault about a princess who disguises herself in a donkey's skin to escape her father's incestuous desire to marry her.

It was... interesting, and it's nice to have French TV, but it will be a while until I next venture into the world of French movies.

Beavering Away

On Saturday we went for a little walk to visit a tree that Susan had seen the day before. 

The Eurasian Beaver (Castor fiber) is a different species to the North American Beaver. It is the largest rodent in Europe, and is just slightly smaller than it's American cousin.

At the beginning of the 20th century the Beaver population in France was restricted to the Rhône river, and was estimated at no more than a few dozen localised in the lower reaches. In an effort to avoid extinction, in the 1960s until the mid 1980s more than 250 were released in 15 different departments in the Centre, the North-east and in Brittany, all having been taken from the Rhône population.

Since that time the populations have grown slowly, with an expansion in range in some regions. The only river in Poitou Charentes where a reintroduction was attempted was the Creuse in Vienne where 4 beavers were released between 1970 and 1973 but this failed. In the period from 1973 to 1976, 13 beavers were released in the river Loir in Loir-et-Cher, and during 1994-1996 another 13 were released in the river Loir, in the departement of the same name. Both of these releases were successful. From the river Loir the beavers have bred and slowly increased their range and are now found in the rivers Vienne, Creuse, Gartempe, Anglin, Salleron, Clain, Thouet, and Argenton. We think they're also present in the Claise, because Tim has trailcam footage of a beaver in the Aigronne.

A pair of trees felled last year. By the time I took this photo it was raining, and the camera was having issues focusing. It has been passed through ChatGPT.

Anyway. As you can see, the beavers are making their presence felt, in this case in the Creuse at Yzeures.

Chopitty Chop Chop Chop

A couple of years ago Susan wrote about having a haircut and donating the resulting excess hair to cancer charity Fake Hair, Don't Care.

Time rolls around, and last week she emailed the hairdresser for a repeat performance. I happened to be in the room at the time and said "make one for me, too". I must admit I was in two minds about having a haircut, but it's been getting to the stage where I had to get my hair exactly right, otherwise it was in the way.

Anyways: last Friday we fronted at the hairdresser's and I had my first haircut in 6 years - the last time was in preparation for a work season that was demolished by the plague in 2020. Not all of my hair was suitable for wig making, but she did find enough to make a serious hank. The rest had been damaged, presumably by one or other if my treatments.

Before. I didn't realise that it was quite that long - or stylish.

The donation has been taken, now it's time to shape the rest

My hair, yesterday

It's still long enough (just) to put in a hair band for that aged rocker look, but I do feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.

Truffles in the Touraine

Black Truffle Tuber melanosporum (Fr. Truffe noire) is native to the  Touraine Loire Valley, but has long since disappeared from the wild. According to the experts and old timers the best place to find truffles was under isolated oak trees in the middle of wheat fields, but seventy years of modern farming practices and fungicides sprayed on wheat crops have destroyed the habitat for truffles. The truffles benefitted from the disturbance of the soil with the plough and the minor damage done to the tree roots, allowing the truffle mycelium to latch on, providing the conduit for a symbiotic exchange of nutrients. It may explain why isolated mature oak trees in the middle of fields continue to be a not uncommon sight in the Touraine. 

Oak trees dotted about the fields.

Nowadays, because of their extirpation in the wild, truffles are cultivated, in orchards planted with inoculated oak trees. Black Truffles fruit in the winter, and over winter there is a series of specialist markets, traditionally in the otherwise undistinguished village of Marigny-Marmande, and nowadays in several others.

Truffle orchard.

Local growers tell me that alternating wet and warm weather from May to July is crucial to ensuring a good truffle harvest over the winter, from November to February, so I assume the harvest this winter is expected to be poor because of the hot dry conditions last summer. The markets before Christmas double as general seasonal gourmet markets, with other producers there to sell their venison, snails, nuts and dried fruits, preserves, winter pork and poultry products and cheeses, speciality breads, honey and wines. The markets after Christmas are all about the truffles, with far fewer stalls, and tree whips inoculated with truffle spores available for those who want to try a few in their garden for fun. Serious truffle buyers come in January, when the quality of the truffles is at its best. About six tonnes of truffles, 10% of national production, are harvested these days in the Loire Valley, from 400 ha of truffle orchards, making the area a major player nowadays. Back in 1900 the harvest of wild truffles here was a thousand tonnes.

Black truffles at the specialist market in Marigny-Marmande.

Anyone with a truffle orchard is playing a long game. The trees will take at least ten years to produce a truffle, and some may never do so. Others will go on to produce truffles for thirty years or more. My friendly local truffle guru, now deceased, told me that a good truffle orchard has a mixture of the local species of oak, and the evergreen species that is native to the south of France. The local oak is small, deciduous and adapted to the local poor dry chalky soils and will produce truffles earlier than the evergreen species, but is weakened by the truffles and has a shorter lifespan than the evergreens. He owned two lively truffle hounds, a Jack Russell called Pierre, and a wire haired dachshund called Odile. Truffle hounds can be any breed of dog, and are trained by getting them to play fetch with a truffle oil impregnated sparkling wine cork.

Me buying a truffle some years ago in Marigny-Marmande.

The cultivation and commercialisation of truffles came about in the late 19th century because so many vines were grubbed up due to phylloxera. Instead of vines, farmers planted oaks. They understood that the trees would quite likely have truffles attach themselves to the roots. But by the end of World War One there was no labour to work on the land, then the Depression and another World War, and the trees had reached the end of their productive life. So truffles became once again scarce and expensive. 

 

Truffle orchard near the Chateau de Marigny-Marmande.

Truffle orchards began being planted again in the 1970s, often by bourgeois enthusiasts at their country homes, keen to revive a tradition. INRA, the French national agronomy research institute, developed a technique of inoculation of oak and hazel saplings that resulted in a quarter of the trees producing truffles within a decade. Today 90% of French truffles are cultivated and there are about 20 000 truffle farmers in France. Drought and wild boars are the biggest problems that they face. The reason pigs are such good truffle hunters is that the aroma of truffle is the same as boar pheromones, so the sows go crazy for them. In the wild it means the truffles can spread due to the boars ploughing.

Further reading: Touraine Truffle Association (in French, with a list of markets where you can buy truffles)  https://www.latruffedetouraine.fr/ .

Fragrant Bracket

Yesterday in Loches we parked right in front of this attractive fungus in its prime. I've identified it as the widespread but uncommon Fragrant Bracket fungus Trametes suaveolens (Fr. Tramètes parfumée) but have not had expert confirmation.

It was growing on a weeping birch, which is not an unknown host for it, but apparently it is much more likely to be found on willow. The real telltale determining character is that it smells of aniseed. Unfortunately, because I didn't know that at the time, I didn't check.

It is one of the fungi that causes white rot in old living or already dead wood.

There haven't been any blog posts the past few days. You might think that it's because we've been busy (our usual excuse), but the real reason is exactly the opposite.

I suspect I've had some sort of virussy thing, which has really wiped me out. I went for a little walk on Sunday, but that's been it. I think that my system has been weakened by my treatment and even the slightest thing really knocks me on my heels.

It has given me time to think about projects, of which I gave many in mind. Two of them are (spoiler alert) a visit to Germany in June, and buying a new (preferably electric) car. These have involved many hours of reading. As long as I can retain some of the information gained I should be ok.

In the meantime, I've been trying to decode this:

I spend so long trying to work out what it means, I forget to wash myself.