We drove to Bergerac airport early this morning and said our farewells to Kat and Tom; the week has passed incredibly quickly but we had a fabulous time. Coming home the house felt empty and rather forlorn. I decided to combat my sadness by stripping beds and vacuuming, keeping busy. Afterwards I still felt sad but at least the house was clean.
Last night we had dinner at a local restaurant. The once pristine auberge is looking a little shabby and ramshackle these days but the food is good and the garden setting with verdant shrubbery is very pretty. The owner is quite charming but a bit wacky and absent minded. We had to remind him to bring the wine we ordered (an excellent Baron de Rothschild Mouton Cadet). However, he was in his element when the dining room was suddenly invaded by a dozen or so large flying insects that strongly resembled hornets. He grabbed an electrified tennis racket and wandered among the tables swiping and zapping the creatures. It was a truly surreal scene. We must have been feeling very tranquil after the wine because none of us panicked.
The vineyards are heavy with almost ripe purple grapes. Philippe erected several of his signature scarecrows amidst his vines yesterday. Hopefully the storms forecast for next week will not damage the fruit.