Warm scented early mornings with bare feet on smooth tiles are the longed for moments. Like childhood summer holidays each day is fraught with the fear of this contentment passing, of being returned to the pleasant from the sublime. The hot night has filled both the house and the garden with dizzy perfume from apricots, jasmine, honeysuckle and melons and the early birds sit quietly as the sun comes up sparkling through the fan of water that jets from the hose onto the tense flowers bracing for the flat heat of the day as do I. Later it will be too hot to be outside so I’ll cook and prepare the sort of food that befits this long breathless day.
About Food,Photography & FrancePhotographer and film maker living in France. After a long career in London, my wife and I have settled in the Vendee, where we run residential digital photography courses with a strong gastronomic flavour.
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