chanvre

From one sort of relationship to another... France is known for it's attachment and use of hemp, seeds for their oil and nutrition and the straw for it's many building qualities. Since Dupoint kindly kicked the hemp to touch in the 50s (to ensure the success of it's new synthetics in the US) we potentially lost an amazing resource. Sure, the advent of the 60s ensured it's survival yet also and ironically ensured it's isolation...
It took the French to develop and subsequently license five seed strains of cannabis that are virtually THC free and therefore 'okay' to grow for their products. So it is not unusual to come across small fields of what appears to be something we may see on a documentary in the foot hills of Vietnam, yet to the locals this is just chanvre.
One of the (many) wonders of hemp is it's ability to thrive without need of chemical intervention, produce bountiful seeds full of omega rich oil and a straw that is an incredible insulate, both thermally and acoustically. It is this that first caught my attention for here we had 700mm stone walls, stripped of a suffocating layer of cement render yet in need of covering. Hemp, when chopped and mixed with water and lime (looks alot like tuna mayo at this stage) makes the perfect answer...
The walls can breath through the render, it is a by product of a very eco crop, provides insulation second to none. looks fantastic (soft, rounded, thick...pictures will appear soon) and is lovely to work with, applying by hand, moulding on the wall...something very old and satisfying is felt...
I am sure this product would be a a big hit in NZ yet it would need to be grown there to ensure it is sustainable...maybe once mr key and his cronnies have gone?
So this is exciting stuff for us as the kitchen starts to lose that ruin look (which was really beginning to wear me down!)...yet with much shorter days now and still the same amount of other stuff to do it seems it may take some time to complete...

So here comes our first winter, stacks of wood in the shed (I still find it amazing that the previous people had little or no wood system other than burning it green), the next thing to do is try my hand at nettle beer. Made a lovely nettle soup last weekend and before it all gets zapped by the frosts I think a beer will be a fitting end. We did spend a day last Sunday at Debbie and Duncan's helping them with their annual cider pressing. It would seem that the (apparent!?) dryness of the summer has meant that the apples are short on juice, suffice to say it was tough going.
I shall not mention my struggle with French other than it is...as to how long it will take me to get to a place of being able to hold a conversation is unclear. there are some that give me hope, my friend Hilka (sells flowers on the market) chats away in French and all learnt at street level but she has been here 20 years!
What with the language and therefore reliance on Heleen to provide the sharp end of an income I have had a difficult week in my head. A lot of anxiety re the future, economic vulnerability etc. and the prospect of remaining quite powerless to influence this from here... however, as with most things in sitting with it I notice that being here accentuates the reality of our lives...as we get older the options are reduced and so I can not so easily fool myself with thoughts of endless time.... I am beginning to think that France may well become quite a meditation for me!
Still no news on the green beans, have found a place in Tilbury and Antwerp, Tilbury I guess is slightly easier yet the irony is not missed that I could have delivered to Albany, organic, fair trade beans cheaper than here in Europe (go figure)...
Time for bed said Zebaddy, all those reading this from the fair isles of NZ..enjoy the spring, I do miss you all and hope to see you at some stage of this particular journey...

R