Cleave unto the fields

Cleave unto the fields,
And you shall find..

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where heavy horses,
flick away flies,
for swooping swallows.


      Cleave poem

   With elegant stance  :  The dancers wait,
     Their graceful gait  :  Pensively poised,
   Feathery white forms  :  Dimmed in shadow,
             Sway in motion  :  Gauze skirts rustle,
     Till startled glance  :  The chord strikes,
Their wings unfold  :  Feet take flight,
           And Egrets fly  :  Into stage lights.


Deers can be seen often in these parts. Except it is very unusual to see seven cleaved. Yet here they are, grazing peacefully in a safe field where hunters are forbidden. The only shots taken this beautiful moment were with my camera as I crept close, and hid behind the thin hedge until one beheld me, and then they fled.


In the crowd, she glimpsed someone, she recognised.

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It is so lovely to have my blogs publicly recognised, and today I give my thanks to two favourite bloggers for doing just that.

To Janice of Ontheland who writes informatively about environmental issues that concern her, as well as beautifully crafted poems.
Aquileana of Le Audacia de Aquiles who writes interesting articles on Greek mythology and literature, who is also a generous member of the blogosphere.

Books and Blogging.

I suspect my story is much like yours. Originally I decided to try blogging because I imagined that it would give me purpose, and a structured format to begin writing. I planned that it would become the book I always wanted to write.

That particular dream began when I was young, and was praised by my teacher for the short stories I wrote. One was entered into the county schools competition for art, writing and other school activities. It won a first prize, and I was presented with a book about the Kings and Queens of England.

I read for hours on end the books I found on the shelves at home. Books such as the Enid Blyton adventures, the classics such as Pride and Prejudice, and I loved Anne of Green Gables. Many books since, one particularly stands out because I was moved to weep out loud. The words written by Kuki Gallmann, in her book ‘Out of Africa’. Beautiful.

My preferred activity of walking has been hijacked by my camera, since I started blogging, and I will certainly carry it with me if, and when I travel with my husband to either or both of our dream destinations, Scotland and Corsica.

And if I were ever to move house, my most treasured possession, the Bible that I was given when I was nine years old, full of memories and good will, shall be, as always, packed in my bag.

As for blogging, I conclude that I have found it satisfying in many ways. I have discovered photography, and look more closely at my environment. I am stretching my mind and imagination, while learning to write. I have found likeminded people across the world, and begun friendships with those I would not ever have known. Finally, maybe I have enough material for that book.

Sun, sand and the Atlantic Ocean


Above, below, beyond, within,
where elements blend and blur,
the eye can glimpse Infinity.

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Sometimes we long to see the Ocean. That is when we follow the sun, leave L’Entre Deux Mers behind us, drive through hectares of conifers in the plantations of the Landes forest, and three hours later, as the soil turns to sand, we know we are near the longest, and most beautiful shore I have ever seen.

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It extends three hundred kilometres along the Southwest edge of France, from the port of La Rochelle, breaking briefly at the Gironde estuary, and the Bassin d’ Arcachon, ending at the rocks of Biarritz, near the Spanish border.

The Altantics currents run strong, its waves break hard and furious, uninterrupted onto beautiful pale yellow sands, while behind the conifers of the Landes forest root its shifting grains. In winter people walk, fly kites and surf, and in summer sea temperatures of 20°C, children splash.

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 Salty, blue sea smells,
saturate my lungs,
distil my spirit,
a pure surge,
of waves pound the shore,
where dancing footprints,

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Cazaugitat : Garden thrown [by God]

The village ‘ Cazaugitat ‘ captures in its name, the landscape as it once was, a ‘Garden thrown [by God] ‘, a Garden of Eden, smothered in Spring with colourful flowers over meadow, vineyard and orchards.

Then came pesticide use, and the garden changed. Beautiful wild flowers have become rare, almost extinct. Bees struggle to find enough nectar to make honey stores for winter. Exquisite flowers from the Orchid, Lily and Anemone, to name a few, are now highly protected by law.

So we search.. and then delight in the few small colonies that we find..

Peacock Anemones
Peacock Anemones

The older generation claim that in their childhoods the vineyards were full of yellow Daffodils, red and yellow Tulips, as well as the amazing red Peacock Anemones, that I had never seen before I came here.

But there are no more of these flowers in the vineyard. The largest colony of Peacock Anemones in the region exist in the playing fields of Cazaugitat coming into bloom just as their companion, the Daffodil fades, and exceptionally, there is one vineyard and field of Daffodils, in the same village.

Tulip of Agen
Tulip of Agen

The Tulip of Agen was originally brought here by the Romans, nearly two thousand years ago from the Orient, and dispersed itself until it became a famous flower depicting the southwest. There are only a few colonies left in L’Entre Deux Mers, and one of them is in our garden.

Tulip Sylvestre
Tulip Sylvestre

Finally, after living here for twelve years, we have found a few of the beautiful, native wild yellow Tulip Sylvestre, growing at the edge of a field. Its common names are Vine Tulip or Before Easter, clearly referencing its moment of bloom.

A little politics

A lively debate is taking place between wine producers today. To be or not to be organic, that is the question. The problem is that, in L’Entre Deux Mers the micro climate swings between extremes of wet and dry, while the soil is heavy clay, not actually suited to the vine plant, so it is very vulnerable to fungal and aphid disease.

Traditionally copper has been used, in fact since the Romans grew the first vines,  to kill mildew that thrives in damp, hot weather. And since the introduction of pesticides, sixty years ago, the vine reliably produces grape for profit, and therefore is happily used without caution.

But, the wind is changing direction. On the 14th of February 2016 in Bordeaux, six hundred people came together to protest against the continued use of pesticides on the five million hectares of land exploited by wine producers. Gironde is the most polluted department in France mainly because of chemicals used on grapevine. Their concerns are ecological, as well as health and safety for people who live alongside vineyards, an example of outrage being the case of twenty three children, and their teacher who were hospitalised, suffering sickness and headaches, after being sprayed with pesticides while in their school playground.

There has been a growing interest amongst producers themselves in bio, or bio dynamic wine production. They are citizens too, who would prefer to consume organically. I am unable to find exact figures, but there are in the region of two hundred certified organic producers, which is a drop in the ocean of eight and a half thousand producers in Gironde. Yet, their success provides the example, and way forward.

The argument against organic methods rely on attestations from producers who have reverted back to chemical use from organic, because they found its methods  ineffectual, needing to repeatedly spray vine, therefore using more copper and petrol. They prefer to use new, safer pesticides and fungicides with caution, while reducing their use of copper, petrol and manpower.

The Government is listening to these arguments, and trying to find a middle road. In the main it is recommending, and will make regulations as to distances and times vine spraying must take place to protect citizens who live and work close to vineyards. And there is pressure from the public and Bio Agencies to put into full drive the ‘EcoPhyto’ plan launched in 2008 to reduce pesticide use nationally to 50% of its present, by 2018.

The debate will continue, but the growing concensus is that organically managed viticulture, as agriculture nationwide, and probably with regulated use of chemicals, is the future.

A field of wild daffodils, and in the distance lies Cazaugitat.
A field of wild daffodils, and in the distance lies Cazaugitat.

God threw seed, Of flower, tree and herb, Into fertile soil, That we may live, In a Garden of Eden, And then He made one request, That we cultivate,

And care for it.