Sunrise this morning in “…this sceptred isle”
Sunset tonight on arriving safely home to “Oh Canada“
Home tomorrow after two glorious weeks travelling in Southern England and South West France with dearest friends. The photos each day have been just a selection of so many magical and unforgettable moments; and how lucky we have been that the weather cooperated with blue skies and sunshine almost every day.
Thanks to all of you who joined us, albeit virtually. It was great to be able to share the holiday with you and I hope you enjoyed it as much as we did.…for J and V.
If you go down to the woods today…
Walking in the woods today the music and words of Teddy Bear’s Picnic immediately came to my mind as I tramped in muddy boots through the trees. I hadn’t thought about the song for many years but it’s one that is so familiar to me, and I suspect to many of your reading this, and yet I knew nothing about its origins. Thanks to Wikipedia I discovered the melody was written by the American composer John Walter Bratton in 1907, and the lyrics were added by the Irish songwriter Jimmy Kennedy in 1932. The first vocal recording was by Henry Hall and his orchestra in 1932. Enjoy his classic recording as you “go down to the woods” with me, although “you better go in disguise.”
The highlight of today was our visit to Saint-Emilion, listed as a world heritage site by UNESCO in 1999. After climbing the 171 steps of the bell tower the view of the town and the surrounding countryside was simply and (literally!) breathtaking.
I’m not sure how much more of this I can take!
This morning’s view of the bridge over the Dordogne which leads to the centre of Bergerac.
The main square of the 13th century bastide town Monpazier, a member of Les Plus Beaux Villages de France, and where we had baguette and cheese for lunch.
The spectacular Chateau de Biron which we toured in the afternoon.
This balcony of cascading flowers in the main square of the bastide town of Villeréal was a colorful climax to another memorable day. It just keeps getting tougher!
On our visit this morning to the Sunday market in the medieval French village of Issigiac this abandoned pump in a square off the beaten track seemed to mirror Cheri’s lone sink on Alcatraz in its (extra)ordinariness. I too could sense the passage of time and wondered about the many stories of all those who had stood beneath that tree and pumped their water in the early morning October air.
A visit this morning to market day in Issigeac, a medieval village that dates back to Roman times, followed by an afternoon tasting the wines of Chateau Lestevenie located in Gageac et Rouilliac. It’s been a tough day!