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smokingboot) wrote2025-06-09 09:38 am
smokingboot) wrote2025-06-09 09:38 am
A Thousand Miles
And I am in Aquitaine, of the famously brilliant queen and humanity’s earliest artists. Right now it is all about the honey coloured walls and smiling vineyards of Saint Emilion, a tiny gorgeous place where we will do very little except eat, drink, and sleep. I may even try to paint.
It’s an interesting car journey from Scotland to Bordeaux via Folkestone, through the Channel Tunnel, down through Normandy and the Loire, to this sunny quiet place. The weather was foul for much of the drive , worst past Calais, where for a moment we appeared to be entirely underwater. But the woods we passed looked deep and alluring, tall trees at their most magnificent, a place to seek faery… if it ever stopped bloody raining!
My soul is nothing like so adventurous right now. We are here and we need this light and heat. There is a huge column of jasmine growing in the patio garden, its sister clambering the stairwell. Together in the sun, their scent fills the street.
It’s an interesting car journey from Scotland to Bordeaux via Folkestone, through the Channel Tunnel, down through Normandy and the Loire, to this sunny quiet place. The weather was foul for much of the drive , worst past Calais, where for a moment we appeared to be entirely underwater. But the woods we passed looked deep and alluring, tall trees at their most magnificent, a place to seek faery… if it ever stopped bloody raining!
My soul is nothing like so adventurous right now. We are here and we need this light and heat. There is a huge column of jasmine growing in the patio garden, its sister clambering the stairwell. Together in the sun, their scent fills the street.
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Very good for the weary heart. But I have eaten my body weight in cheese 😁