All in all, I’d had enough of picking fruit, I thought as I aimed the grapes into the bucket. Especially today when I still had suitcases to pack. I tugged on a bunch, regretting that I hadn’t thought to bring the secateurs with me and wondered if it was worth making a trip back down [...]
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Posted in Farming, tagged Alps, Farming, France on 24 October, 2007 | 10 Comments »
« I’ve come to tell you that I’m selling my land” she said as she stepped carefully through the front door. She followed me into the kitchen, her gait slow and stooped. My husband stood to greet her, bending down to plant the obligatory 3 kisses on her soft, hairy cheeks, as she repeated her [...]
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« You know they’ve lodged a complaint about the church bells ringing at night?” The man opposite me grumbled to his companion, banging his glass down on the table, his moustache twitching in outrage. “They’re almost as bad as that couple who’ve moaned about the cockerel crowing….!”
I turned away from the farmers’ conversation of town [...]
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Posted in Beginnings, tagged Alps, mountains, walking on 15 October, 2007 | 8 Comments »
I sidled up to the edge of the plateau and looked over. A stream of pebbles carved a passageway down through slabs of worn stone, in a vertiginous descent towards the green smear of vegetation far below. I shuddered and recoiled, my chest constricting in panic.
My future husband stood to one side of me. His [...]
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