Vines

Last year, we visited a vineyard run by a slightly morose chap called Fred. The reason for his less than sunny disposition was the amount of rainfall, which had adversely affected his harvest. 

Whilst we are not staying near Fred, this year, I'm hoping he is a bit happier, given the amount of sunshine the south of France is enjoying, and perhaps his vines are thriving as much as these ones that we drove past today. 

We were on our way back from the supermarket where the Minx purchased a whole fish, having done a fantastic job of asking the lady behind the counter to gut it, her request splendidly delivered via the medium of mime. 

And thus, this evening, we sat outside with our books and a bottle of wine, and enjoyed the fish, expertly baked and grilled by the Minx.