Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness... I have witnessed the rapid seasonal change from summer greens, rich red earth and blue cobalt skies to ushing gold red Autumn forests. One last boast of beauty before the country slips into a melancholic mist of grey. Romance... thick fog and thicket fences, castles perched and chateau’s abandon ll their stone walls with winter breath, whispering tales and tragedies of Bourgogne. The people are kind and accommodating... not at all the stereotype. I drink with local farmers and even the police. Lacking in French but fluid in gestures and smiles, we communicate well enough. The police have even escorted me to sites around the area for ‘inspiration’... I thank them with bottles... a bottle for this... a bottle for that. This seems to be a good exchange. The piano echo’s through the rooms and corridors of the chateau. The Grand old Lady of the misty fields. Green, Blue...grey.

Aaron Kinnane