THE HEART OF REGION

THE HEART OF REGION

A confession that should not come as much as shock to the gentle reader – this writer’s expertise on fine wines is on a par with his comprehension of the internal combustion engine or why the BBC continues to broadcast Casualty. Yet, I do take an interest in this vast...
WHY I CRAVE A RENAULT CARAVELLE

WHY I CRAVE A RENAULT CARAVELLE

One day, preferably after I have won the Lottery, I will sweep up to the gates of Chateau de Bois Giraud in an ivory-coloured Renault Caravelle. Ever since I first saw one of these splendid machines (it was in the comedy film That Riviera Touch) they have represented...
SEPTEMBER AT THE CHATEAU

SEPTEMBER AT THE CHATEAU

At this time of the year, many Britons will be all too familiar with three of the most depressing words in the English language. ‘Replacement Bus Service” can still cast fear into the hearts of the most stout-hearted individual but when during one’s distant youth, it...
THE HARVEST COMMENCES

THE HARVEST COMMENCES

During the late 1970s, when the world was young and the highlight of a Thursday evening was George and Mildred on ITV, “Harvest” had two meanings for this scribe. Firstly, it meant a stream of Ford Cortina Mk. IVs and Hillman Avengers along the A32 headed by a...
AUGUST – DAYS OF PRUNES AND MUSIC

AUGUST – DAYS OF PRUNES AND MUSIC

Some people associate August with seemingly endless afternoons on the lawn with the Chateau grounds  bathed in golden light. Others will think of the last minute shopping before the start of the new school year. But for the past fourteen years nearly every citizen of...
IN THE HEAT OF THE DAY

IN THE HEAT OF THE DAY

Britons of a certain age – i.e. old enough to recall Demis Roussos discs and  “Fab” lollies – will almost certainly remember the summer of 1976. My own memories of how temperatures in Southampton reached  35.6 °C on the 28th June, the sheer profusion of ladybirds, the...