Wednesday, 25 March 2009
Pruning on the roundabout
Coming back from Angers last night I came off the duel-carriageway to find a solitary man carefully pruning the vines on the roundabout just by Brissac Quincé. Barely light, he was moving around them slowly, thinking carefully before making the right cut. It's no surprise that vines play such an important part of life in France.