Sunday 21 June 2009

Happy Birthday to the Cave La Malepère


It has been very interesting living in a village where most of the inhabitants are employed in the wine industry either the growing, making or selling of wine. Years ago wine was made by individual wine growers or small domains around the village but 60 years ago this all changed and the Co-operative, La Cave la Malepère was formed.



To celebrate this anniversary, the Cave had had an open day. All during the day, amongst many other attractions, there were donkey rides for the children, cart rides around the village, wine tasting (bien sûr), a vide grenier, old and new machinery and tours around the cave and the chai or wine storage. The latter was most interesting. One of the vignerons explained the stages of the making of the wine from the arrival of the grapes all the way though to the finished product.



Waiting for customers

Having a rest before finishing the ploughing between the vines

Casks full of the Révolution Cabardès Wine produced in Arzens

Like all good French events, it wasn't complete without food. There was a lunch for those who wanted at 12 o’clock. We decided to go to the evening repas, which as all meals we have been to in Arzens, was excellent. There were aperitifs before the meal then when the tables were ready everyone sat down to eat. It was lovely being out in the evening sunshine though the wind was quite chilling. The President gave a short speech about how the Co-operative was started, then the food was served. We had six courses washed down with some superb wines. Whilst we ate, we listened to a variety of singers including Geoffrey Not.


Sunday 7 June 2009

Our Own Springwatch



The hedges and trees around our garden provide homes for a variety of birds. We have found discarded egg shells on the ground which we think have been goldfinch and red-starts. For the last couple of days, as we have eaten in our dining-room, we have had the lovely spectacle of a couple of adult blue-tits feeding their five little babies. The parents bring the family to our palm trees and the fledglings sit dotted about on the tree. Mum and Dad collect the food from the fat balls or seed holders that are hanging on the tree then fly to the little ones.


The babies look so small and vulnerable.