Indian Summer

 

At last a sunny day. A walk round the vines revealed a few new houses but OK ones. One patch of vines had heaps of juicy fat bunches discarded on the ground. We know not why.

Lunch at Roaix where we were greeted with enthusiasm and could once more sit under the mulberry trees with our boeuf bourgignon. David even recognised me with my mask on!

Then a short trip to Rasteau and a walk round the square.

The clock struck two. Views as good as ever. But here as everywhere there is masses of renovation work. So many houses getting the beauty treatment in Rasteau, Sablet, Séguret. Good time to be a builder by the looks of it.