Burgandy why not!

Waking to the sound of tractors going through my village at 6am was not part of the plan. The producers are clearly busy, and unlike me, have to go to work. I went for a perfectly pleasant French breakfast and caught up with the people I met the night before from Holland. We said our farewells and I set off. I was treated to the drive of a lifetime down the deserted D953 backroad towards Beaune my current pit stop. More bonding with my lovely old z3 occurred and I think we have agreed that we are good for each other. There are moments that help you to gain clarity in your life and this was one for me. Living in the moment sounds good and almost a daily challenge but for that brief moment I get what it means. To just be, it’s a life’s work. Anyway I had to leave the road eventually and join the motorway into Beaune which I now get pleasure in driving much slower on, listening to my 2.2 straight 6 burble away. I met my good friend Guys pal Vincent in an outdoor restaurant and had a thoroughly pleasant lunch learning about the region and wines. It truly is the heart of wine making and I am ignorant of all of it. I then went for a drive along the Grande Cru route, about 35km of grape vines, apparently a sharp frost and an early wakening of the vines in February cut production by some 50% in some areas this year, so naturally prices are up. I don’t know enough to comment but the area looked pretty well to me!

I then drove to Nuits Saint Georges on the route mentioned, a beautiful small town which encapsulates the best of the area. By 5 o’clock I had had enough and stopped at my hotel for the next two nights. A lovely place with everything I need. I went to Aldi’s bought dinner and have chilled in the room.

To be contacted by Matthew having had somebody rear end him on his motorbike. One’s other world is never far away, oh and the dishwasher has packed up, which clearly is a tragedy, for Chris.

What have I taken from today. Less is more, the simple pleasures of good company, food drink, a slower pace resonate with me still. I like making my own plans and I have learned the joy of driving a roadster all over again. I ponder selling my second bike to improve on my z3, but that seems disloyal now. Perhaps sell it to improve the z3. We shall see, I shall discuss it with her tomorrow, meanwhile she rests.

I suspect an auto 2.8 would suit me better but finding a good one may be a challenge. Either way I am lucky to have what I have.

I have also learned that I am ok with being me. I still like myself and I am enjoying the introspection time that I have. I don’t let it take over my days or head, I just go with it when it appears, perhaps I should name it and have proper conversations with it. I might give that a go tomorrow.

I am doing more of what dear old mum would wish, being me. Walking tall, being proud of what I have achieved so far and helping others to help themselves. Like living in the moment these are basically skills that you need to work on. I’m writing myself a checklist for tomorrow.Meer informatie