Land of vines

Having totally failed to find a blip yesterday, I went for a little drive today. I'm still waiting for some real autumn colour and the right light, but I've always liked this view of Montlaur. It's hidden in its own grassy little valley accessible via a rocky gorge, and I love the way these little pointy hills suddenly appear as you come out of the gorge. It's a larger village than ours, with a lively village association called l'Abribus, because it historically met in the bus shelter. As it happens, my spare blip was a bus shelter, but I decided to save it for another mojoless day.