The UK media has been gripped by Diamond Jubilee fever and blanket coverage has been the order of the past week. Not really surprising as sixty years of anything is a magnificent achievement, and I wish Queen Elizabeth and her close family well. The extended hangers on have less of my good wishes, although their hats always raise a laugh!
We’ve enjoyed our celebrations here in France starting on Sunday with a Jubilee Dinner with friends at Champagne. We toasted the Queen with more of the same! Fine company, fine food and fine wine, all worthy of such an auspicious occasion!
On Monday I spent the morning making and decorating some Jubilee cakes and a ‘jewelled’ rice salad as we had been invited to a BBQ Jubilee celebration at La Gavaudière.
Chris and Julia certainly know how to throw a party! They had rigged up a large screen so that music was provided by the Jubilee concert outside Buckingham Palace and the Mall. The food was fantastic and we caught up with our good friends John, Maureen and Poppy - suitably garlanded for the occasion!
They told us that the English tea party they’d organised for their French neighbours had been a roaring success, with over thirty enjoying a selection of sandwiches, cakes and pork pie. I'm looking forward to seeing the photographs on thier blog.
At 10pm Chris’s magnificent beacon was lit by their friend Michel, the Maire of Chatillion.
That Chris and Julia have integrated into the local community was apparent from the mix of guests.
They were presented with a special platter from the local Chasse who use their land, but who also manned the BBQ, and dispensed their brand of 'fire water' which they called punch!!.
Ann and Claire demonstrating that the standard of patriotic dress was a sight to behold!
Finally on Tuesday as the service of Thanksgiving was taking place we entertained some friends for a light lunch of Jubilee Salad, my special Union Jack chocolate cake and more bubbles. The weather was kind to us and we were able to eat outside, with Lorna and Audrey dashing in at regular intervals to check out the processions on the TV.
Later we’d just settled to watch the ‘fly past’ when Ken arrived to inspect our terrace, to be greeted by Gaynor still wearing her pearls and tiara …