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Rainy evening in Pierrefeu


This time last year I was on the beach at St Clair with Linda R and Linda M. Now, it’s monsoon time in PF. Not that the vines don’t need it, but it does prompt me to inspect the house and its every nook and cranny every ten minutes. So far so good…

Not sure whether or not this is good news for the sailing teams from all over the world who have amassed at Hyeres this week, for the French Olympic Sailing week. They were all congregating at the port yesterday – young and bronzed to a man/woman. And scarfing down food at the Tocco as if their lives depended on it. I popped in there straight from the airport, as is traditional. What was less traditional was my choice of Orangina instead of the pink stuff. Dashed antibiotics.

Once I got up to Pierrefeu, I parked at the top and started trundling through the village with my suitcase. Got a cheery welcome from an elderly gentleman who pointed out that he’d not seen me for ages and then joshed that he’d not slept or eaten for missing me. It’s amazing how much you can enjoy a bit of light flirtation with a seventy year-old.

House looked great. And before long I was back in peasant mode, with the Evil One lit, the Powerbook playing back-to-back Will and Grace and a pizza in the oven. (Actually, I don’t think peasants a century ago had the last two things.) It’s good to be home…

Wine time

Despite today’s snow in London, the milder weather last week made me think it was getting time to start filling the fridge with rosé again. Surfing about, though, I spotted that Pierrefeu’s wines are beginning to permeate the web a bit.

The local winegrowers have launched their own website which, despite its awful translation – apparently ‘those wines have a preserved gustative quality, typical of a unique provençal land’ – is a pretty useful guide to the very drinkable rosés of the area.

And my friend Corinne from the tourist office also has a starring role in this site, which features the Maison du Vin next door to where she works. A good way to get a wee free taste of the great wines of Pierrefeu and, as my brother has clocked, cheaper than paying a mighty one euro for a glass of the pink stuff in our local bar. Skinflint…

Memories

It’s five years this month that we took extended, long service leave and went out to Pierrefeu to paint, build Ikea furniture and get to know the area. The weather was just getting warmer so the Evil Stove wasn’t pressed into service too often. And, as you can see, much of the Ikea furniture work was done outside. Actually, that’s about all I did. T did most of the hard graft with the Allen key while we both donned overalls and painted the house from top to bottom.

It was a wonderful three or so weeks and it was over that time that the house became a home. Albeit a long distance one.