Ste Colombe

A strange day. Third day of harvest. The dogs had vanished in the dark. So we start without them and their owners.

Bending to it. Big red sun just clearing the trees. So sore. Makes me crabby. Dogs are found. We move onto the second vineyard. Preparing to attack. Henry's empty car rolls forward, leaps off the three foot bank and hammers into neighbour's vines! Expensive! Was it the dogs? Or some automatic car driver forgetting that cars with manual gears have a thing called a 'brake'?

Dogs, obviously!

Lunch is steak!! Cooked on a fire of vine cutting outside! For some reason I fall asleep at the table.

Afternoon we sort. Which means no bending. Music is rock. To keep us awake. The evening a lost little old Frenchman wanders in. Has had his car stolen. Alert Gendarmes. Then his wife turns up a bit cross because the car is just the other side of the church. "Happens all the time" say Gendarmes when I apologise. Hannah from Montana does Burritos for dinner. Wonderful. Collapso.

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