Yellow slides, bare vines, woolly hats, soft heads.
Blue skies, warm walls, crispy berries, pink shoes.
Golden light, silent churches, yellow birds, empty chairs.
Closed cafes, drawn shutters, quiet beaches,
Did you know that they close France in the winter? Nothing is open. At first it's kind of cool and then after a few days you just really want some lunch and to see that view from the top of the cathedral that the guidebook promises is spectacular.
The vines are bare. In September they were aching with fruit, huge purple grapes dusted in an icing sugar bloom, dripping into your hands as you passed the vines. In February there are only the bones of grapes, occasional skeletons left unburied among the endless rows. I love bare vineyards, they have a hint of the war cemetery about them, rows of graves marked by dead sticks. Except they're not. Dead, that is. They're resting, give them time and they will burst into life again.
Also, baby horses. With long, spindly legs and fluffy heads. That's all.
Hi. I'm Cara. I'm a professional photographer, mother to two year old twins (W&P) and recent newcomer to both London and gardening. Over the last five years this has been a wedding blog, a newly-wed blog, an infertility blog, a design blog, a photography blog and most recently a gardening blog. Let's just call it a Bits & Stuff blog. What? That's totally a category.