I had a great weekend. Having worked in the garden at Le Couvent all week, my treat for the weekend was to work in the vineyard. No honest, that does feel like a treat to me. It's beautiful, I can see for miles and the birds sing their socks off. I've worked out a new watering system that I think might see the vegetable garden through the summer without killing me in the process.

But the strangest thing happened there too. On Saturday I was weeding in the potager when both the dogs started barking madly. I looked up to see three completely white gowned figures coming towards us from the top of the vineyard. They were not 50 metres away, and for a moment I thought I was hallucinating until I recognised them as three nuns from the presbytery in Mougeres, just outside Roujan. The dogs were decidedly wary, but the nuns and I had a brief chat and they skipped on their way down through the vineyard, with one shouting back "Christ is risen, Christ is risen".

At moments like that you can feel as though you're going mad. With no witnesses it feels as though one could have dreamt it. But no, the dogs were still yelling in their shock.

But that's not all. Yesterday I was again in the vineyard, feeding the trees in the orchard. Once again the dogs started barking and looking across the amphitheatre vines at a lone nun who was just standing there, looking across at us, for a good minute. I waved, but she didn't wave back. I, for some reason, thought she might have been saying a prayer over the vines. After a short while she left and I heard other voices going off up the hill, behind the trees so I assume she was with the other nuns. The dogs were spooked, but I like to think the wine from Le Couvent might have been blessed this year.

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