From Summer of ’68 to summer of ’69 I lived in Ste Colombe and Castillon. All the Grands Evenements riots and collapsing governments in Paris completely passed us by in our bit of La France Profonde. My French got pretty […]

So I entered the ancient and glorious wine trade. June ’65. I started work at Monsieur’s Cave Cooperative which took in the grapes of its members in the villages of Lussac and Puisseguin on the limestone hills – the ‘Roc’ […]

Monsieur and Madame Cassin, picture courtesy of Yves Gellie After a week scratching dust in the sun, but eating well with the Cassins, I confessed that I wasn’t really an archaeologist, and could I have a job with them … […]