Back to Spring

It wasn't as warm today but we pruned hundreds of vines, and now I can barely type, so painful are my hands.

Ali woman-handled the bush-whacker. Here's the proof.

 

 

Patricia, our sweet cleaner, came today. She dusted the vintage wine bottles. Now they look new.
 
Our lovely friend Thierry, who helped us no end  when we first moved to Roujan, is currently flying to odd parts of the world in a tiny plane which he lives in when he's not sleeping in a tent. Here he is landing on a traffic island in Sweden and spending the night of a storm there. It's worth looking at the video. It's in French - he explains that he had to do an emergency landing and sit the storm out. A family of fisherman gave him some fish and a biker stopped to see if he needed help.
 
Thierry dropped in to Le Couvent just before Christmas. He asked if I'd like to go up in his plane. I declined. Him: "Why not?'  Me: "I'm scared of falling out of the sky"  Him:  "But there's a parachute"  Me: "I've never used one"  Him:  "It's not for you, it's for the plane. I had it fitted as an extra"
 
Now, isn't that a great idea? 
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