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Spring 2006
Extract from The Telegraph article 18th March 2006 featuring The Marshes in Charente written by Adam Nicholson who gave his permission for it to be used how we see fit.
"The Charente is hardly a famous bit of France. Some way in from the Atlantic coast, south of Normandy but not as far south as the Dordogne, it is an in-between country, a backwater, with all the benefits that infamousness can bring. You won't find here the endlessly tarted up bijou manoirettes of the famous places. Instead, the low limestone hills of Charente have small, poplar- and willow-lined rivers curling between them. Buzzards cruise overhead and hares start from hedgerows that are thick with old man's beard. There are cowslips in the pastures, even snakeshead fritillaries in the wetter meadows. Mistletoe is bundled up in the branches of the trees like overgrown Christmas decorations. People move rather slowly and talk to each other in the shops. Sit down for a chat in any kitchen, and it won't be long before there's a glass of pineau de Charente in front of you, a sweet, thick, fortified wine - Cognac is just to the south - made from the few vines that grow just outside the window."
Over the last few weeks we have seen the cranes making their late winter migration to cooler climes, it makes me realize that spring must be around the corner. I have been diligently watching the grass verges for the first signs of yellow to indicate that the cowslips are once again raising their fragile bell like heads. However spring is being a little timid this year and is only now shly beginning to blow her trumpet. There are small clumps of yellow cowslips appearing in the fields, we have blue cushions of delicate violets hiding under the trees. There are the lambs in the fields bouncing by their mother's sides. The hedgerows are beginning to burst out into leave in the most vivid of greens.
Why don't you come and see for yourself and stay at La Vergne and explore the surrounding countryside of Grand Madieu during the Spring.
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