And this is the clock

Lisbeth bought it. And now it's standing in the room with the big table, chez nous. It has had a bit of a clean but nothing too drastic as it's all so fragile and damaged. As you can see, it is very plain (and I have to say that the photo makes it look better than it is in reality.)

Setting it going was easy, but getting it to stay going proved more of a challenge. It involved a lot of tilting and wedging. Now Lisbeth understands why some of the wood has been scraped away on the inside, on the left, where the pendulum swings. It's because the clock has to lean to the left to keep a regular rhythm. This means that the pendulum almost touches on that side. Anyway, it is going and has kept going all night.

I like the ringing sound that it makes and it chimes twice every hour, like the church across the road. We tend to get four chimes that alternate: clock, church, clock, church. I can hear it on the veranda and the tick is very homely. At the moment, the time is wrong, but Lisbeth wanted to make sure it was going OK before she stopped it to wait for the real time to catch up; then she'll restart it.

Lisbeth loves it and so do I. The clock has a new home and Lisbeth owns a genuine bit of old France.