A return to the Ardèche
That will teach me: writing the word ‘home’ on the post before last meant that my blogpost’s instructions were just that. Silly me. It kept returning to the home page of my gardening blog. I won’t do that again.
You didn’t miss much. But the dusk shots I took when I arrived on Wednesday night were fetching.
Six. Long. Hot. Weeks.
And now I’m back home on the mountain top.
And yes it has snowed. And it’s cold (-3C). But I was so excited to drive up to the farm. (After I had negotiated the tricky skiddy turn up to the letterboxes.)
I have brought a stinking cold with me (airplane germs) but nothing will deter me.
Tomorrow I will be up and out with my camera (and hat and gloves and new Meindl boots and lots of layers) to record the changes.
8th February 2017 @ 5:59 pm
Welcome, belated, home Lindy.
There’s something so enigmatic about these shots of the farm that don’t include any sign of it being 2017-I look at them and can easily imagine it’s the 17th century and the missus of the house is about to step out and do her winter gardening.
8th February 2017 @ 9:02 pm
Thank you Sarah. I do so love the ‘France profonde’ thing about this farm. It’s the middle of nowhere. Deeply rural. But connected. Perfect.