Sign of the times

Not sure many potential buyers are going to see this sign plonked in the middle of a plot of vines far from the road. But I did see someone surveying it with a theodolite this morning. Yes, this blip features the plane trees again, but I don't normally blip them from this side.

After the worst harvest in living memory, I dare say lots of growers want to sell their vines, but the current environmental crisis hardly encourages young people to take over. We'd like to sell our tiny plot, as the person who cultivates it is retiring, but ... no takers yet. S is going to have to prune it himself -- then we'll wait and see.

Pizza night ... I'm still abstaining, but S has had some, and I've eaten marinated and grilled chicken goujons, and also allowed myself a glass of wine.