jonzac

2 parts to today- the pancake flat medoc- lots of forest and scrub land , making way to vineyards that produce some of the worlds most expensive wine( eg chateau Margaux). Drizzly and cool but never wet or cold. It's a holiday( celebrating end of WWII) and everywhere was deserted- including the boulangeries/ patisserie/ cafes- all replaced by kids selling flowers and plants. Had to put a bit of beef into getting to the ferry on time( what is it about ferry's and me?)so no time to stop even if there had been somewhere..Part 2- on the other side of the decidedly grim brown waters of the Garonne , Blaye seemed somewhat austere , overlooked by its citadel. However one cafe was open , run by a dippy wine soaked South African and his exasperated staff. Despite the cafe going like a fair, he insisted on showing me his winery and talk through his slightly unusual wine making techniques before showing me his amazing collection of wine paraphernalia, old 2cvs a beautiful old Porsche and other bits and bobs. Moving on I found a stray Camino walker(?!) and then somewhere to stay in Jonzac, just round the corner from chez B.Read more