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Babu is guarding the wood.


The market is at last stripped of lavender smellies and tack and reduced back to the essentials - cheese, bread, saucisson, chestnuts, eggs and black pudding - and Olivier on the veg stall says hurry hurry, this is the last week for mushrooms..


The temperature has dropped by fifteen degrees and there's a bonnet of snow on the Mont Ventoux. The garlic is sprouting in the cold earth....

I think winter is here.

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