A journey

through a land of huge crumbling old barns, where banks of cowslips line the roads, church towers are made of brick, houses have pigeon holes built into their eaves and there seems to be grass everywhere. You know you're in the sud-ouest when huge orchards lined with blossoming fruit trees alternate with fields full of flocks of white geese. And in the villages there's a mix of brick and stone, terracotta and blue shutters, in varying states of repair.