Our home from home in Burgundy

Although Accuweather forecast heavy thunderstorms for today, it did nothing of the sort and it has been suddenly baking hot summer here. This is the barn conversion that we are in.

 

 

Steve has been getting the rest of the work in the town done before he has to driver to the South of France. The photo above is the house the owners have been restoring lovingly for years and years.

 

 

I have been put out to grass, as far as working at the big fairs is concerned. It is very hard work. Steve is ditching me here in Burgundy in our three house enclosure and orchard that I will have all to myself and that will not exactly be a hardship. Photographic evidence is presented here. Above is the house the owners have lived in as long as we have known them. It is just across the orchard from our barn accommodation.

 

 

This is our usual accom. in the town over the last God knows how many years. Its lovely.

Steve and Nigel who works for us will not be back here until Monday night late.

I plan a lovely long walk through mile of vineyards on Sunday.  

Towns in France are potty about trimming their trees and it has been a crowd drawing attraction just outside of the house where we are staying. This is not the Pollarding that they also do with such mastery, but a massive cleaning up of the tall avenues of trees. No little twigs are allowed to spoil the lines. It is like something from Cirque du Soleil. One team throw light ropes up and then pull a stronger and stronger rope up. Finally the skilled man gets into his harness and then stirrup like shoes and he then appears to step up as if climbing the stairs. It looks death defying once he starts cutting branches off. He is followed by tree eating machine that turns the fallen branches into mulch. Fascinating.