The Grape Years Weblog
January 23, 2005
Villers-La-Faye, Burgundy - France
Snow & Sledding
Charlotte and Camille on their Papa's sled.
Even before he opens the shutters, Franck is certain that it has
snowed during the night. Lying in bed in our darkened room, he says he can tell
from the quiet outside. We open the shutters to see that he’s right – a thick
blanket of white stuff has hushed the world outside.
It has already snowed one before, about a month ago. As soon as the first
flakes had started falling Franck hiked down the road to his parents to find his old
sled that was somewhere in their barn. He brought it home, and scraped the rust
off the graceful curved runners, and attached a new green rope to the front.
The Chapel on the Mont
Saint-Victor which dates
back to the Middle Ages
We bundled the girls up in their snowsuits and pulled them up
the Mont Saint Victor. At the top, we stopped in at the cemetery to poke around
chapel that dates from the twelfth century, and introduced
the girls to the various members of Franck’s family who rest in the ground,
notably Le Pépé, Franck’s much missed grandfather. Charlotte was quite
concerned that Pépé would be cold on such a snowy day, but Franck assured
her that Pépé had never minded the cold, and was certainly not about to
The family visitations completed, I piled onto the sled with
Charlotte and Camille and we went sliding down the mountain with Franck hanging
onto the rope and running along behind us. We screamed and laughed, and I
wondered how I could have forgotten how much fun it is to play in the snow.
So when we see the ground covered with white stuff again this
morning, we bundle up the
girls and head out for another snowy walk. This time we go up to Les Chaumes,
the wooded plateau that is just behind our house.
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