We dutifully went out earlyish and did the Rasteau walk. It was hot but not impossible and there’s a good stiff breeze. For once we decided to reverse the usual direction and went up via the village side.
What luck! For in the vines what did I see but a large party coming towards us. A vast family group. Perfectly nice but we’d have been stuck behind them had we gone the normal way. Phew!
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Cicadas all over blundering into us as they flew between trees. Grasshoppers with red wings, crickets with fairy pink ones and big bees.
We got home and had a drink at the bar then returned to purdah. Well cheese and bread on the terrace first. And Tour de F. But it’s all a bit dull! If we didn’t have to stay until 30 July for Jo and Peter I think we’d be off to our garden and cool stone house. How ironic. Usually we curse Bullsmead for its gloom and chill!
