These Cherries come to me via the kindness of my good friend J.
I have known FIVE generations of his family, and they are the closest thing to 'relatives' I have in France. J's wife even taught my two oldest children when they were at school here.
J is a farmer; these days concentrating on Sunflowers, Chestnuts, and Wood. He also has several holiday 'Gites'.
Yesterday when picking the Cherries, I had a quick look around the main body of the farm, which is about 1 Km from our own house.
The big farmhouse is no longer occupied; his Mother died a few years ago, and no-one seems to want to move in, although they tend it lovingly. The barns are all used, and there are fruit and walnut trees everywhere.
I took these few photos showing how life used to be not so long ago, before Brussels got their hands on things. Firstly the old bread oven.
Next the family well, which was fed from rain from the roof of the house.
The old Pigsties. Not used for many years.
And lastly some of the buildings, including two wooden cladded Tobacco drying sheds; still used, but no longer for Tobacco. The building in the middle is the one with the bread oven behind, and was where all the dough-making, and food preservation took place.