Sunday, 28 February 2010

Updates on Farm Blogs from Around the World.

Sorry folks for being off-line for so long, but I've been absorbed in finishing a novel which has just gone off to my agent.

Last week it was time to kill and butcher our pigs (we make mainly charcuterie) but now finally, some time for Farm Blogs from Around the World.

Firstly, my apologies to all those people who have written to me with recommendations or self-recommendations and haven't heard from me.

However in other posts I've made this morning you'll find I've got someway into doing some new profiles of new blogs and their recommendations.

I've also written to a number of self-recommenders who have asked to be included on Farm Blogs but who haven't given me more info on their blog (some text to use for a profile), permission to use some pics from their blog, and crucially, their 5 OWN RECOMMENDATIONS FOR BLOGS THAT ARE NOT YET LISTED ON THE BLOG ROLL, with the full name and url of each, and a sentence on why they like them (for examples, please see some recent posts below).

Tammy, Marie, Mike and Erin: hoping to get you and your recommendations done this coming week at the latest.

Shelly, Ken, Kendra, Donna, Kathy, Mike, Claire, John, Deborah: I've written to you explaining the way Farm Blogs works and I'm looking forward to hearing from you so that I can do a post on not only your blog but also your recommendations.

The whole idea is that this site grows organically: good bloggers recommend better ones...

P.S. If you're a fan of Farm Blogs from Around the World (www.farmblogs.blogspot.com) and you're listed on my blog roll, please would you be kind enough to put me on your blog roll?

P.P.S If you're a real big fan, please help support Farm Blogs from Around the World (a non-profit site which doesn't let commercial bloggers on) by buying, and hopefully reviewing my book A Place in My Country and this blog on your own blog. A Place in My Country is available at:

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Brookfarm Alpacas Recommends...

Debbie at Brookfarm Alpacas recommends the following blogs. (Good to have some more fibre - or fiber for our American cousins - amongst our fruit.)

Alpaca Farm Girl

Very informative, frequent entries, very crafty gal with great ideas

A Verb for Keeping Warm

Lovely products, colors to die (dye) for, great classes, and a friend too!

GIRL ON THE ROCKS
formerly known as Knit This… Knitting, spinning,

Clever, creative, frequent entries

DMAR Alpaca and Maremma Blog

Alpacas, maremmas, oh my. Great educational information on everything alpaca. My kinda gal!

Beesybee fiber's Blog
Life in West Marin seen through the eye of an needle

Visually beautiful blog, beautiful colors, wonderful projects

Life on My Farm (Recommended)

Thanks to Farm Blogs reader Robert for tipping me off to this one. Looks great. Well worth a visit.

Life on My Farm.

'A blog of my journey from horticulturist and horse pasture keeper (aka barn queen), to organic, local produce farmer, or agriculturist to be more formal, at Eden's Garden. A new branch of my life unfolding. A new organic, local, urban CSA farm is in the making - to the delight of locavores - folks seeking healthy, fresh, natural and local eating, in DFW.'

Daylesford Organics Recommends...

Daylesford Organics Recommends...

Down to Earth 'Simple, down to earth, back to basics'. (Australia)

The Simple Green Frugal Blogspot 'Beautiful photos, good discussions on a range of topics'.

Daylesford Organics (Victoria, Australia) Self-recommender

Kate and Brendon wrote to me about their farm and blog and I'm happy to include it, not least of all because it's a fine blog, but also because they provided me with some text to use in profiling their blog, permission to use up to five photos from their blog and recommended their favourite blogs. (I usually ask for 5, they sent me 2, but who's counting? Well, me actually; I do like 5 new ones but as my wife is Australian, special dispensation.)

If you'd like to self-recommend, please do so on the above conditions. People who don't do this, I'm afraid I won't be able to profile and add to the blog roll because the whole idea of this blog is that bloggers (good ones) recommend other (hopefully better) ones.

P.S Having a problem uploading photos which I will get round to fixing sometime in this decade.

Over to Kate:

We are a Certified Organic mixed family farm in Daylesford Victoria. We focus on sustainability and biodiversity. We have orchards, market gardens, ducks and chickens. We work with the seasons and in any given year will produce up to 40 varieties of apples, hazelnuts, berries, free range eggs and up to 30 different vegetables often with several varieties of each. We enjoy growing heirloom varieties with lots of different flavours and colours as you can see by our carrots on the banner. We sell produce to local cafés and restaurants and at farmer's markets.

19 Foxs Lane

Muskvale VIC 3461

0411 040 412

daylesfordorganics.com‎

http://www.daylesfordorganics.blogspot.com/

Sweet Local Farm Recommends

Luciano's fiance at Sweet Local Farm spends a lot of time reading about other farms. These are her top 5 (and as ever I stress her top five because I AM NOT personally recommending Martha Stewart!).

Tiny Farm Blog - TFB is the first farm blog I found. Since I own a tiny farm, I can relate to the day to day chores and trials at this farm. I like the photography included in each post. This farm is in Canada, so I know I'm behind schedule when they are doing things I should have done 5 weeks before.

Surviving on Massachusetts- This little local food/garden blog is great. I relate to the writer because she lives in my state and is about my age. She also leaves me great comments!

Skippy's Vegetable Garden - All time favorite gardening blog! Kathy updates all the time and takes great aerial shots of her home garden and community garden. I also like the radish and cucumber martinis she features.

Rachels Tiny Farm- This is a fascinating blog for an east coast farmer to read because she is located in Arizona. She can grow citrus, she has a completely different growing season, but I can still relate to her. She is a "next generation farmer" and very talented artist.

The Martha Blog - Although Martha Stewart blogs about many aspects of her life, she often writes about her farm in Bedford, NY. Her farm is what mine would look like if I had endless amounts of time and money. I'll keep dreaming.

Land Strategies Recommends...

Eat.Drink.Better. The World of Food From the Farm to Your Table (General Resource)

Sustainable Table. Serving Up Healthy Food Choices (General Resource)

OLLIESPLACE: ORGANIC FOOD, FARMING, RESEARCH, NEWS & VIEWS WITH OLIVER MOORE

Land Strategies (UK) Self-recommender

I don't normally profile blogs that have a fairly evident commercial angle to their activity but I thought this one was interesting and worthwhile.

http://landstrategies.blogspot.com is run by Colette Burke.

Although her company has it's own website she also runs this blog which provides a 'regular round up of news and comment about consumers, the food they buy and the places they buy from, aiming to provide British farmers with an easy way to keep up to date with consumer trends.'

After a 25 year career with Cadbury Schweppes Colette moved into the agricultural sector to see whether the marketing skills learnt at Cadbury could be applied to farming.

Following a spell at the Royal Agricultural College Cirencester, she started her own farmers marketing consultancy, Land Strategies. Her brother and she run a livestock farm together in the Scottish Borders.

Alpaca Farmgirl Recommends...

It's pretty slack I know, to receive an email from someone in February of 2009 and only dealing with it 12 months later. My only excuse is that in 2009 I completed a 200,000 word novel. Beyond that, shame on me.

Alpaca Farmgirl , long featured on this blog, has the following recommendations. Here they are. Katy - sorry for my tardiness.

The Inadvertent Farmer This is a beautiful blog written by a lady who has various farm animals and a camel. She posts recipes with gorgeous photographs on her blog

St. Fairsted Farm This blog is about farming, rural issues, and food. She gives good tips and have nice photos.

Life on a Southern Farm This is a blog that documents many farming tasks and has a real authentic quality to it.

Rooster Hill Farm This blog has introduced me to some aspects of farming. I particularly loved the visit from the AI (artificial insemination) Guy in his cow painted vehicle.

Honest Farm Inspirational blog with gorgeous photography, recipes, and great food ideas. She promotes buying your food locally.

Hope that helps grow the farmblogs around the world.

Best Regards,,
Alpaca Farmgirl
www.alpacafarmgirl.com

The Cabbage Tree Farm Recommends...

Some blog recommendations, sorry I only know of 3 at this point, most of the blogs I follow tend to be mainly foodie ones rather than people doing something similar to us.

1. Eco-Gites of Lenault in Calvados, France, /, stories from an English family in France who are setting up an eco homestay and intend to supply organic veges and local produce to their guests.

2. Farmlet A NZ family striving towards self-sufficiency, cheese making is one of their interests among other things.

3. The Cottage Smallholder. Not a farm, however this great blog is about an English couple trying to be more self sufficient with growing their own veg, keeping chickens, curing their own bacon and trying hard (succeeding too) to make gourmet meals from budget priced supermarket food.

The Cabbage Tree Farm (NZ) (Recommendation)

The Cabbage Tree Farm blog aims to describe some of the day to day happenings on their 10 acre piece of rural land in Northland, New Zealand.

Their priority is to produce for themselves as much fresh, natural food (i.e. not sprayed with pesticides) as they can.

They moved from the city onto their ‘block’ (short for lifestyle block, the common NZ description of their land) in mid 2006.

They are working on the land: establishing an orchard, trying to maintain a good year round supply of vegetables and herbs in their garden, landscape our surroundings for privacy and wind protection, and raise a small number of stock.

At present they have their own supply of fresh eggs, some meat from their chickens and 5 cows (for meat later).

They are striving towards being more self sufficient. They're interested in growing food, hunting/fishing and gathering.

Future projects could include bee keeping, cheese making, making homemade wine, various crafts such as candle making (beeswax) and weaving flax (Phormium tenax) baskets.

The majority of my posts are recipes. Also they post details of progress (and failures!) in their veg garden and orchard, and details of other projects they're doing around their farm.

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A Place in My Country (Amazon.com USA)

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Website: Ian Walthew

HUGH-FEARNLEY WHITTINGSTALL

‘When stressed out media exec Ian Walthew panic buys a Cotswold cottage as an escape route from the urban treadmill, he unwittingly acquires a window on a corner of rural Britain at work and at play, and his writer’s eye sees just what’s going on. Walthew has a genuine gift for bringing both people and places to life and marshals his runaway real life narratives with a novelist’s skill.
The story of his surprising friendship with his neighbour Norman - who is trying to keep his ramshackle farm and his dignity together with a few strands of baler twine, while his millionaire neighbours embrace the prairie concept of modern industrial farming - is compelling and often deeply moving.
And Walthew’s own struggle with age-old issues of identity, friendship, community and a place to call home are fresh, sympathetic and never trying. It’s not the sort of book you’d pick up expecting a page-turner, but that’s exactly what it turn's out to be. It even has a proper ending.’
Hugh-Fearnley Whittingstall
http://www.rivercottage.net/

TIM BUTCHER

‘I have been reading about the British countryside all my life but this is the first post-modern take on a national asset so routinely taken for granted. Author Ian Walthew takes a 12-inch plough to the cosy complacency that so many apply to the subject and reveals that 21st century rural life is not a place for the genteel - in a corner of Gloucestershire most commonly viewed by outsiders from their 4x4s as they hurry to overpriced weekend retreats, he finds a farming heartbeat that is proud and defiant, defended by a cast of characters that outshine The Archers. A revelation of a book.’
Tim Butcher
Author of Blood River: A Journey to Africa's Broken Heart(Richard and Judy Galaxy Book of the Year 2008, 3rd Prize Winner)

THE OBSERVER

'Stressed city couple seeks slower life in Cotswolds idyll'. The premise is so familiar there's even a predictably technical term for it: 'downshifting'.
Yet it's hard to think in those terms about A Place in My Country, given the care with which Ian Walthew has skirted all the sprung traps of nostalgia and sentiment.
A thoughtful observer and magpie-ish collector of oral history, Walthew has a sharp sense of the absurdities and the assets of his native land, reinforced by years living overseas. In his country life, escaped cows and the hunt ball jostle for space with barn raves and hawkish property developers.
Avoiding the usual bland elegy for the rustic and redemptive, his book is a valuable memoir, both personal and social, a meditation on belonging in one of many Englands.'
The Observer

SUNDAY TELEGRAPH

‘Having lived and worked abroad as a director of the International Herald Tribune for most of his adult life, Walthew, along with his Australian wife, Han, made a snap decision, aged 34, to buy a house in Gloucestershire, and embrace life in the country.
This is familiar territory, but Walthew combines his own story - coming to terms with the untimely deaths of his father and brother - with that of the land and the people who make up village life.
Funny, touching and ultimately very moving, this is a beautiful, unsentimental account of a personal loss that is reflected in the rapidly changing texture of life in rural England.’
Sunday Telegraph

CHRISTCHURCH PRESS

Who hasn't thought, occasionally, of chucking it all in and starting up a new life in the country?
After years in France climbing the corporate ladder, Ian Walthew finds himself back in his native England and, with a working life looming in London, does just that, although it must be said more by accident than by design..
On a whim, he and his wife buy a cottage in the Cotswolds – surely one of -England's prettiest regions.
Walthew is something of a burnt-out case when they arrive, and the story of this book is as much one of his own regeneration and coming to terms with his past, as it is an account of a life in the country.
As Walthew adapts to his new situation, it is his neighbour, Norman, a struggling, small-scale farmer (who barely acknowledges the new arrivals in the first few months) who gradually becomes the focal point of much of their day-to-day existence. Having lived what could be seen as a fairly typical modern life, flitting around the world for work and leisure, Walthew has his eyes opened to his own country by a man who has rarely left the area.
Through Norman – and his hard, battling, rustic life – Walthew develops a greater appreciation of what is there, and, just as importantly, what is being lost as the rural landscape – both social and physical – is irrevocably altered by 'progress'. It is a disappearing life – traditional farms pushed aside by bigger operations and developers catering to affluent lifestylers.
Walthew is not a hopeless romantic – he is well aware of the economic forces at work. But you can't help but feel that on many scores he's absolutely right, and while the country may be economically richer, it will be socially poorer as Norman and the likes are gradually squeezed from the land.
Well written and well constructed, this is an enjoyable, funny, often poignant book, and one that will resonate with many New Zealanders.

Waikato Times (NZ)

'As an ex-Pom and a current country dweller I found this book both moving and sad.
Walthew was a high-flying media executive whose jet-setting lifestyle had driven him to the edge of breakdown.
When a business reorganisation sees he and wife Hannah moved from Paris back to England, a Sunday drive finds a cottage in the Cotswolds and a dramatic change of lifestyle.
Hannah was a web designer and Ian thought he'd get work as a consultant.
Instead he found himself doing a lot of running, and very slowly getting to know some of the locals.
When a miracle happens and a longed-for but seemingly impossible pregnancy becomes a reality, bringing them baby Annie, their affinity with a rural lifestyle seems assured.
I found very moving Walthew's narrative, with its vivid descriptions of the English countryside and its people. However, while the varied flora and fauna may be still there, at least in some places, The massive changes being wrought by money, the class system, industrial farming and modernisation are making irreversible changes to the rural population and way of life which has long been thought of as quintessentially English.
His farmer neighbour, Norman, is a taciturn but determined remnant of what was once an area dominated by small mixed farming, mainly done by tenants of the landowning class.
Ian becomes aware of the difficulties faced through the closure of local sales, and the competition for help from local contractors.
Lack of work and dwindling finances finally force Ian and Hannah to give up their rural dream, and move to Brussels to recoup.
What struck me about Walthew's story was the various similarities to what is happening here in New Zealand. An interesting, but sobering read.'

OXFORD TIMES

'Books about cosmopolitan urbanites discovering the joys of country life are two a penny, but this one is worth a second glance. Walthew's vivid description of the moral stress induced by his job as a high-flying executive with the International Herald Tribune newspaper is worth the cover price alone. The story of finding the dream cottage, the impulse buy, and the last-minute panic are standard for this genre, but Walthew has some more interesting things to say. His outgoing personality - and perhaps his cosmopolitan background, and his Australian wife - allowed him to integrate into village life but keep an outsider's point of view. He gradually realised that the villagers were far from the united community of townies' dreams, and that economics was forcing drastic changes on traditional rural life. Highly recommended.'
Oxford Times

FINANCIAL TIMES

‘Ian Walthew was a newspaper executive with a career that took him round the world, who one day did a mad thing. He saw a for-sale sign on a cottage in the Cotswolds, bought it, resigned and moved in.
For the first few weeks he just lay on the grass in a daze.
Then he started talking to his neighbours and digging into the rich history of this beautiful part of England. Out of his inquiries grew this affecting and inspiring memoir.
What sets it apart from others of its ilk is the author’s enviable immunity to cliché and his determination to love his homeland better than he used to. His elegiac account of relearning how to be an Englishman should be required reading for anyone who claims to know or love this country.’
Financial Times

LUCY WADHAM

‘This is a story about a man who leaves the reassuring numbness of the rat race, in order to relearn how to live. Not usually a non-fiction reader, I'm generally wary of 'confessional' books, which I often find narcissistic and dull.
A Place in My Country is beautifully written, poignant and wise and has all the narrative pace of the best fiction.
For anyone who loves England but doesn't necessarily know why.’
Lucy Wadham
Author of Lost, Castro’s Dream, Greater Love (Faber and Faber). Her first novel, Lost, was shortlisted for the Macallan Gold Dagger Award.

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‘At the age of 34 Ian Walthew was the worldwide marketing director of the International Herald Tribune living in various parts of the world and leading a jet-set lifestyle. He was also on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Faced with a move back to London, he resigned and rather than buy a property in London he and his Australian wife bought a cottage in the Cotswolds to give Ian the peace which he needed to recuperate.
The cottage was next door to Norman's farm. Norman was a bit fearsome until you got to know him, but his struggles to keep the farm going in the face of falling prices and competition from the highly mechanised 'agri-business' arable farms kept him under a lot of pressure. Little by little Ian and Han develop a relationship with Norman and the other characters of this tightly-knit community.
When I started this book I did wonder if it was going to be an English version of Peter Mayle’s A Year in Provence - an amusing and entertaining read but ultimately rather superficial. I couldn't have been further from the truth. This isn't just the story of two people wanting an escape from the city; it's an examination of the state of the British countryside and a careful consideration of whether or not the way of life is sustainable. At times the writing had me close to tears.
The stars of this book are the people. Although Ian narrates the book he doesn't dominate it, but allows the villagers to shine through. It was fascinating to see his relationship with them develop after it was initially assumed by some people in the village that he and Han would be part of a more upper-class set. The couple's growing relationship with Norman sees him take a fuller part in village life. Geoff, the larger than life landlord of the local pub becomes a firm friend, but it's Tom, the ex-gamekeeper, to whom Ian becomes closest and who introduces him to the real country way of life.
It's several days now since I finished the book, but I was so moved by it that I didn't feel able to write about it immediately. It's by no means an easy read, but it's one of the most rewarding books that I've read for quite a while.’
www.thebookbag.co.uk

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A PLACE IN THE AUVERGNE

'The Auvergne'
by Ian Walthew
(Published in L'Express - in French: 31st July, 2008)

Auvergnats always ask why you chose their ‘pays’, can’t understand how you could leave yours.

You don’t want to disappoint with the prosaic truth.

That you were searching for anywhere with a little land, south of an east-west axis traversing Lyon (the weather); more than 100 km from any airport that can take a Ryanair jet (to avoid their passengers).

Somewhere to hide from people talking about property prices, private schools and ‘plans for the weekend’.

That you were searching for a place where you could still smell the soil and the ‘fumier’ and the ‘cave’ on the clothes of your friends.

That you saw a house on the internet in a region called the Auvergne, a region you had never visited; that this house was too close to a RN, but the contours rolled well over the map, distant from the blue lines of autoroutes – you’d pass by this place on your way back to Paris from the south one day.

And we did.

People think they can find good houses, places, people. But you can’t. They find you. You set out, drift around, and wash up on a friendly shore.

Most people are scared of the open sea, the great expanse of the Auvergne, so they take the TGV to places they know, places where they have friends and acquaintances, places where they drop anchor with their urban determination to self-associate.

The Auvergne has no TGV, it’s poor. That’s why the people are so welcoming and hospitable, says my neighbor, Jean-Baptiste.

He’s 86 now, a retired ‘menusier’, the missing fingers to prove it. He speaks Oc, at the market – when it’s not too hot, too cold, too wet, too snowy, too foggy - when the ‘troisieme generation’ go down the mountain early in the morning to talk a lot and buy a little.

Rich people, rich places, they’re not so welcoming, they don’t give so much. Arms are held wide to greet you but the embrace never tightens.

My wife didn’t want to go too far south, to the land of two seasons and burnt, aching, brown grass. In the Auvergne, winter is long, but spring and autumn explode and implode in shades of colours too fleeting to paint; the summer is hot and languid, deserved by the trials of winter, not an easy given.

The Auvergnats like to think of themselves as reserved, cautious, private. They can’t show their endless curiosity about you, because here privacy is hallowed, so their questions are absurdly roundabout or so direct so as to appear unlike a question at all - more a statement of fact that you may wish to confirm or not. (I do, they don’t.)

But they do open up, and quicker than they like to acknowledge. They are a kind, warm people with a brusque façade but one which is easily chipped in the cold, melted in the heat of shared seasons.

How would you describe Auvergnats, Jean-Baptiste?

‘There aren’t many of us left.’

He pauses, sitting on a bench in his ‘potagère’, made of a piece of wood rested on two old oil drums, in the shade of June apple tree, green and hopeful. Reflecting. ‘Amoureux,’ he smiles.

And their faults?

‘We have none. No, one mustn’t exaggerate. Of course, I’m sure we do.’‘Such as?’

He doesn’t like to say.

They’re not to be shared lightly, not with the readers of a newspaper that Jean-Baptiste has only vaguely heard of, and certainly never read.

So this ‘foreigner’ (and here that word doesn’t mean coming from another nation) will tell you things you know but do not understand.

That ‘radinerie’ (stinginess) is a virtue, nothing is wasted. And you dare to speak of reducing consumption, of recycling and saving this planet.

That for the Auvergnats, land is an obsession: their willingness to argue over a 20 cm strip of useless ground; the story of a family picnic where two brothers end up fighting over who would sit under the shade of which of two trees.

So how did we get here? We stumbled, that’s the answer. Emotional refugees from a land of loss to the Auvergne, a place of endless discovery.

The EU and one arm of the government pours millions into the region to attract incomers like us, while another Minister closed the maternity ward and threatens Ambert hospital that brought us near this town, where our third child was born.

I asked Brice Hortefeux (when he was sent last year from a place called Paris to win over the bourgeoisie in the valley) why this was, why one hand could give so much while the other took away life, our future.

That’s a good question, he said.

(His suit looked very expensive in our marketplace, positively gleaming, his tie so fat and silky, his hair coiffured like a woman’s: that must be what they call ‘French flair’.)

So what’s the answer then?

His bodyguards hustled him away. He didn’t stay long.

The Auvergne: apparently a part of a country, ‘une et indivisible’. But I see no proof.

A place where the poor own their homes and their land, and have done for generations.

Where everyone has the right to build their own home on their own land, however ugly-pink and destructive to the Auvergne’s greatest asset – the ‘patrimoine’ that serves the tourists – and turn the roads leading to its towns into messy, elongated stains.

A place where Jean-Baptiste, the third generation of his family to live in his house, who has had three neighbouring families in his family’s life here, his place, greets an Anglo-Australian couple with two children and a removal fan from Brussels without missing a beat (nor when his dog kills our cat two days later, nor when our dog kills his chickens). Curious. Calm.

It was close to misery here; people got by on 3 or 4 cows. They ate beef only once a year, even the rich who could live well off 10-15 cows. The Fete du Pays, August 10th, a beef pot-au-feu.

We eat more beef now. There is little misery, not much money. But life in the Auvergne is a life apart: simple, straightforward, our table the farm food of ‘petits producteurs’ (still); clean air and cold water that slide off and out of primordial mountains; stories old and new, jokes, a small universe, an immense space of freedom.

Do we live in France? I’ve no idea.

Ian Walthew is the author of ‘A Place in My Country: In Search of a Rural Dream’ (Phoenix, May 2008, London).

Photos of his mundane, simple life from his place in the Auvergne can be found at www.aplaceintheauvergne.blogspot.com

A PLACE IN THE AUVERGNE

'The Old Soldier in Hospital'
by Ian Walthew
(Published in the International Herald Tribune, 17th April, 2008)

PUY-DE-DÔME, France: The world has turned, the markets have dropped, panic is in the air. I suppose.

Here, in our mountain home, we are sick with flu, first me, then my wife. The weather is closed in.

Down the mountain, at the hospital in town for my monthly treatment - because of a medical condition, they need to top up my gamma globulins every month - I sleep so deeply that two of my bottles are changed without Pascale, the nurse, stirring me.

When I awake, I have a roommate. The Auvergnat is old, frail. I am English and 42 years old. Normally I have a room to myself.

When I lived in Brussels, the day treatment ward was shiny and new - 16 reclining seats, facing each other. I used to take the same chair by the window, with its view of the power station.

If you shared the same treatment rhythm as someone, you could see their steady improvement, or more often their gradual decline. Four hours, once a month, watching the person opposite fade. Never did we speak.

Here they closed the maternity ward, but the hospital remains open; two beds a room, a view of the church and the hills above. And people speak to each other.

We strike up a conversation and I discover that my roommate shares the family name of one of the masons working at our house.

In these parts it is a common name. Despite this, he knows the mason, and his father and mother, and where he lives and how their families are related.

Monsieur Beal has had six operations in as many years. He used to weigh 86 kilograms, now he weighs just 48 kilograms, 106 pounds. He has had a kidney removed, and half his pancreas, if I hear him right, and more, too.

When I ask if I might take his picture he stands tall, like the soldier he was. He did his military service in the elite para commandos under the command of an infamous colonel.Monsieur Beal did 26 combat drops in Algeria, mostly intercepting rebels on the Tunisian and Moroccan borders.

When not fighting, he was the colonel's driver: "It was like that. At base we were drivers or cooks, but when we jumped we were all the same."The colonel? "He was a great man. For his 40th birthday, he gave the entire regiment leave and we drank so much beer, we purged our bodies of the desert through every orifice."

What happened to the colonel?

"He was captured at Dien Bien Phu, but he escaped, pretending to collapse, while crossing a single file wooden bridge, into a crocodile filled river."

Monsieur Beal likes the English. His regiment was deployed from Algeria to Cyprus. They weren't told why until a few days before the operation, but it was for the drop on the bridges over the Suez Canal, south of Port Said.

"We had the easy bit, we French only had a couple of regiments to spare, everyone else was in Algeria."

Resistance was low. "The enemy soldiers weren't soldiers, just men conscripted at the last minute, without shoes, without rifles. A few nests of resistance, some pill-boxes, it was over very quickly. We found piles of abandoned helmets that could fill this room. The Israelis had destroyed the Egyptian Air Force; it was all done before we dropped."

On sentry duty at the canal, the English guards never took out a pack of cigarettes without offering one of their fine smokes to us French - the French Army gave us straw to smoke. And the English always poured us hot tea, with milk, without asking. With Egyptian honey for sugar. They were good men."

In Cyprus, Monsieur Beal and his fellow soldiers were given a tour of a British warship. As they went down the gangplank afterwards, each of them were handed a cornet of frites - not a little thing, like an ice cream, but a great big bag, hot and steaming. They were the best frites he had ever eaten. He never forgot those frites.

The last poilu - the last French World War I infantryman - is dead. Now it is the men of Indochina and Algeria we shall speak of.

Why is the past always more interesting to me than the present? Why is the heard more rich than the read?

Twenty-six combat drops. Suez. The colonel.

The colonel is still alive. And so is Monsieur Beal, next to me in a hospital bed in the Auvergne.

Ian Walthew is the author of ‘A Place in My Country: In Search of a Rural Dream’ (Phoenix, May 2008, London).