I can’t write this week. Nothing jolly at any rate. Puisseguin is the village near Bordeaux where I first worked in wine, at the Cave Coop fifty years ago. Yesterday’s bus disaster was on the road I know so well, north to Petit Palais, which has a church I love for its tiny beautiful, ornate west front. That tiny village has just lost all its people of my age. Horrifically. And it’s likely we know the bus and its driver as we hire our coaches near there. We get used to seeing worse disasters on the TV, but when it gets this close it’s different.