The 100th post from France and the first morning of the year with the terrace windows open at breakfast time. A satisfying coincidence. Wilf and Digby sat outside in the bright early sunshine watching the blackbirds scurrying across the lawn and raising the occasional half bark, half growl when a farm trailer rumbled past .
Lured by the blue skies we set off to the local market town of Condom yesterday , Wilf and Digby contentedly snuggled close together in the back of the car. In Italy you never saw young people driving tractors or working on the farm. Here farming still remains a profitable, and in some areas highly lucrative, business. Everywhere you looked the fields were alive with shiney bright blue tractors busily seeding and spraying - a sure sign that winter has finally passed.