We don't have enough time to keep our vineyard meticulously tidy, in fact it's all rather a pickle. But it is a magical place to take a walk in the early evening. We frequently take guests up with a bottle of wine, to take a stroll followed by an aperitif.

Just recently we took the lovely Allan and Jill from Western Australia, with a bottle of fizz, to celebrate Allan's birthday. We sat on the Caux seat, hot from the day's sunshine, and toasted a very jolly stay.

 

 

 

Don't you think this vine looks magnificent, heralding the sun with a stretched back and arms raised in triumph? 

I'm back in Roujan after a rather sad, grey visit to Ipswich. The Roujan sunshine has shone it's very best today, and I snapped a few pics while we were walking the dogs in the vineyard.

 

 

Ali at the Caux view corner

 

 

 

 

Rosemary alive with bees (which wouldn't keep still for long enough to photograph.

 

 

Pine trees full of pollen ready to set our volunteers sneezing when the zephyrs blow.

 

A couple of weeks ago we took the most wonderful walk at Lake Salagou, just 20 minutes or so north east of Le Couvent.

 

What an extraordinarily beautiful place. I find it impossible to describe landscapes so I'll point you to these fantastic photos instead.

Our walk took around an hour and a half and was pretty easy. By the time you come to stay at Le Couvent we'll have prepared maps and guides for each of the walks we're doing this winter in case you fancy a mildly energetic jaunt.

Erzsi, our lovely friend who joined us declared it the mst beautiful walk she's EVER taken.

 

Needless to say we took lunch. Why is it impossible to take a walk without a picnic? It must be a hangover from those days, thankfully long ago, when, as a PE teacher, I used to take kids to North Wales as part of their Duke of Edinburgh's Award. I lived in fear of the death or starvation of one of the kids and went loaded with every supply imaginable. I've never been able to look Kendal Mint Cake in the face since. These days it's delicious tarte au poireaux or jambon et fromage from the local baker's. Much more fun, although I have to save a bit for the mutts.

 

 

By the way, Happy Birthday mum and congratulations to guests Mark & Lisa on the birth of Tom!

Around 30 people pitched up at Domaine Bourdic at 9.30 this bright, sunny morning. Hans & Christa, the winemakers who own the domaine, had organised a 'ballade vigneron' - a stroll through the vineyards, followed by a fab lunch outdoors.

 

 

 

 

Hans struggled to be heard over all the chit-chat of the walkers, such was the twitter going on.  Strolling through the vineyards with a wineglass in hand, ready for tastings of Le Mori and Destiny - a rich red and a grassy white, whilst standing next to the vines that inform them, is a wonderful way to spend a Sunday morning.

 

 

Chat wasn't the only sound in the air. This was the first day of the hunting season and the blokes in their camouflage fired off an arsenal in neighbouring fields. Fortunately we could see them easily, despite the camouflage, as they wear bright orange jackets on top. This is to reduce the number that shoot each other. Why the wild boar should be fooled by the camouflage and fail to notice the luminous jackets is beyond me, but there you go. Despite all this we had a wonderful walk and tasted some jolly good wines.

 

 

I didn't make the lunch as I had offered to eat at home with my lovely niece, Poppy, whilst my pals and family pass an equally enjoyable afternoon at the opera in Montpellier. However, I know it will have been wonderful - Christa's a good cook. Watch out for the next ballade at Domaine Bourdic here .

Now this must be a fairly unusual sight. Madame is fishing in the Canal du Midi and her man is watching from the comfort and safety of the car.

 

 

Yesterday, after a rapid bit of shopping in Beziers, we took a stroll by Les Neuf Ecluses de Fonseranes - The nine locks of Fonseranes.  And what a marvel it is. Needing to overcome the problem of a 30 metre drop over a 132 metre distance, the builder of the Canal du Midi, Pierre Paul Riquet, unfazed, built a staircase of nine locks. It is a stunning feat of engineering, especially when you realise it was constructed in the late 1600s, but as he'd already built dozens of locks in the earlier parts of the 240 mile canal, it can't have seemed too much of a problem. Here is a very good short history of the Canal du Midi.

 

 

These days, merely using the lock presents some boat-hirers with problems. It's obviously a stressful hour when you have to wiggle your big boat into a smallish space along with a couple of others, under the critical eye of people like me, who've never stepped foot on a canal boat yet know we would do all this so much better than the hapless twit on the wheel. Tensions run high and there can be very public fallings-out between members of the crew. The least onerous role seems to be that of hanging on to the ubiquitous dog while everyone else runs about shouting. Ali has thought it would be a fun thing for us to do, taking Kit & Flynn with us. Having seen the lock business, I cannot imagine how we could possibly manoeuvre the boat AND deal with two large and excited dogs. So maybe we'll do it alone.

 

 

This flight of boat-stairs is very sweetly controlled by a young woman who looks about sixteen. It's good to see women have their place on the canal.

 

 

If you're thinking of visiting the locks next time you stay at Le Couvent, there are some lovely walks to be had along the canal from the locks, and there is also a place where you can hire bikes or small electric boats so you can explore a bit further.