A busmans holiday

A shortish blog this time, as for me most of this weekend was a busmans holiday sat behind a computer trying to rescue data and kill viruses and spyware. After a day and a half I rescued all our data, but I had to give up on rebuilding the computer, so I am bringing the hard disk back to the UK for a complete wipe and re-install, not my idea of a fun weekend, c’est la vie.

It was also the weekend of the village festival celebrating the vendage, the start of the grape harvest, though I think it will be a few weeks before it really gets going as the vines are still suffering from lack of sun.

We had the demonstration of the pressing of the first grapes, which if harvested in the fields around Sigogne must have been from a very favoured position judging by the sweetness of the juice.

Fleur had plenty to do with a fair in town, she is slowly graduating away from fishing plastic ducks out of a pool to shooting balloons, but the prizes are still the same old junk that 6 year old children find irresistible.

We ate out on Saturday night, (not in the tent as mentioned in the previous blog) though eating out gives it a much grander title that it deserves, we ate in the local bar, which a couple of our guests had tried and found to be OK, however all that was on offer on Saturday night was, sausage & chips, pizza & chips or steak & chips, we though because they were going to be really busy, but it turns out our table of 8 plus two other couples we were about the only guests for the menu rapide.

Eating out was followed by the Sigogne fireworks display, which for a small village is really amazing. It starts with a lantern procession for the children from the centre of the village to the football field where the display takes place each year. Fleur was a bit afraid of the loud bangs from the fireworks at the beginning until she got used to them, then she really enjoyed it, although throughout the display she would not let go of me, so after nearlly half an hour of holding my arms we devoid of all feeling. After the fireworks there was a disco in a tent back in the centre of the village which we went to for about an hour then it was time for bed as the B&B was busy this weekend so we had to be up reasonably early to make breakfast, well Fanca made breakfast I carried on trying to fix the computer.

Well that did not turn out to be very short...