Old Man's Bend

There’s a road near here that first climbs from the river valley and then drops slowly through the vineyards to a small village famous for very little.

It’s a nice road though; it reminds me of the film Jazz On A Summer’s Day.

At one point the road swings past on organic vineyard, high above a small lake-cum-reservoir, and then heads for the edge of a small forest.

Here the valley, where the small village famous for nothing sits, opens up and the hills beyond the forest rise to the highest parts around these parts.

If you hit this bend as the settling sun hours (and I use that as a verb) (why not?) before sunset, the escaping rays hit the seeding grass with a startling illumination.

It seems as if the road has whiskers.