Fair to say it has been a beautiful week here in Margon and the area around. These are a few scenes from our trips around to favourite towns and villages
Miscellaneous posts
So 956 miles and two and a half days of travel and we arrived in Margon. The journey south was smooth, Eurotunnel efficient and fast, traffic fairly light and even the dreaded périphique was ‘fluide’. As you can see the car was heavy loaded, basically all the space from the front seats to the back window was occupied with something. Two good hotels eased the journey and what a treat on Monday driving down the A75 after an overnight stay in the Auvergne next to Eiffel’s spectacular viaduct at Garabit. Beautiful clear weather meant breathtaking views of the Massif Central and the beautiful Millau Bridge. The fact that this coincided with my first official day of retirement and that I was not sitting in the school hall was the icing on the cake.
And so we are settling in, unpacking continues and 30C sunshine means that life is pretty good. No wines as yet, harvesting has begun though there are lots of red grapes still hanging on vines. This will be the next stage of my journey, finding out more about the harvest and first steps in turning grape juice into wine.
I have wanted to live in France for as long as I can remember. From ‘learning’ the language in the second year of primary school (aged 8) all things French have intrigued, inspired and irritated me ever since. In the last 20 years or so my wife Pat and I have spent most summer holidays in various regions of France and during that time we have grown to love it. First tentative steps into northern and central France meant that we imagined life in Burgundy or particularly Beaujolais. Then we began to creep further south and seek the warmth of summer sunshine, the Rhone Valley, Provence, Bordeaux. Finally, we arrived in the Languedoc (or more precisely, Languedoc Roussillon). A brief stay near Castelnau de Guers, a further fortnight in Pinet and then to the village of Margon (see photo). In unprecedented fashion we went back to Margon and stayed a whole month, and further holidays there followed. As our friend Tony says we have developed Margonitis and now it will hold us for most of the next year. An ambition fulfilled