Where’s the foreman?

The mayor of our village had put out a request to the villagers for help with planting up the flower baskets and clearing the ‘place de Mairie’. If we could help we were to meet outside the ‘Mairie’s’ on Saturday morning at 8.30am.

Not ones to miss an opportunity to get involved, we headed down there ready to be useful. There was a huddle of people, all chatting, ‘bonjouring’ and, from what we could make out, discussing the plan of action.

It wasn’t long before I was planting up the troughs. There were just 4 of us doing this, but we soon had a good rhythm going, and started to load them on the back of a truck to be watered and distributed along the road side fences.

Brian’s work crew were weeding behind the Mairies and clearing an old wall which separated the parking area. Some of the guys had started knocking it down, whilst another fetched his tractor and trailer to cart it all away. Brian got stuck into helping clear it.

That obviously was not happening fast enough for some, so the big guns were brought in. It’s great when there is so much equipment available to get a job done.

Me and my group had moved on to planting in front of the Mairie’s. Initially there was a formal plan for the red and white plants, but by the end we’d moved them around so many times I’m not certain we knew what was where. Time will tell.

By the time I checked back in with Brian he’d promoted himself to foreman.

We’d had a great morning, such fun getting involved in the community, and a brilliant job done by all.