I came home on Sunday, arriving in the wraparound sunset. The route was 137 nearly all the way - first the N137 and then the D137. At Rochefort there was a choice: Saintes or Saujon. I followed the coast road so as to pass the Pont Transbordeur du Martrou.
Just south of Lorignac there is a large ruined building on the west side of the road. It must be the first time I've driven past it at sunset. The setting sun was behind it, and made a stunning view through its broken walls. The vineyards and trees, too, black against the bright deep gold and pink.
Today the garden is warm and sleepy with bees and the scent of lilac. The grass is too long for a mower and the little herb plot is buried under happy weeds.
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