Back from the grazing fieldBack home
On goat cheese, wine, garden shoes, crashing birds....and Wal Mart
As soon as I came to the Loire, back from my trip in Israel, I rode to the old farm lady who makes goat cheese from only two goats (remember this
goat-cheese story on Wineterroirs), with the idea to visit her and buy a couple of goat cheeses. As I was parking the bike in front of the farm, I could see her in the far coming in my direction as she was coming back from the field with her two goats (picture]. Alas she hadn't any goat cheese

left that day and I stopped at another goat-cheese farm that I have never reported on until now (could come up one of these days) and bought one of their raw-milk goat cheese. I had it that same evening with a bottle of Sauvignon that I had just bought in bulk to André Fouassier for 1,5 Euro a liter and bottled myself. Unfiltered wine (you can really see it), without the usual sulphur-addings of the bottling. The sticker I wrote on the bottle neck says
Fouassier A. 08, vif (means vivid) because I bought him Sauvignon from two different vats, one being more rich (
gras) and the other being more fresh and vivid. The cheese was a 8-day cheese, at the beginning of its elevage, already a bit refined and dry but not yet very expressive in terms of aroma strength. I paid 2,2 Euro for it. It was 8pm when I took the cheese and the bottle out to the garden, but still so hot with the sun, and I had to find a shadowy place near the hedge and the cloth line to enjoy this treat.
Being back home is one of the pleasures of travelling, you digest your experiences and put them in balance with your home surroundings, it's so different. On my way to the Loire (on the motorcycle), I rode part of the way on the Nationale 20 behind three guys on Harleys (actually, I saw later that there was a woman biker among them). Great experience, the sound and everything... Two of them had 34 license plates (34 is the administrative number of
Herault, a
departement in the southern France) and the 3rd had British license plates. The way they were riding together had an Easy Rider feel, I just missed the music, this was a great thundering experience... It gave me the will to try one of those machines one day, but I wonder if they're reliable (I'm not a mechanic and hate having to fix my machine).
Another strange thing happened to me that day. I'm used to watch for wild animals on the forested roads of the Loire, roe deers or wild boars, but didn't see that one coming : while riding as a relatively high speed on a deserted forest road in the
Sologne, I saw in a millisecond a white thing coming from my right that struck me on the chest. Destabilized a moment, I kept my way, wondering if I had any thing broken, like my collarbone (that's were it struck me), but everything was OK, except the bird (that was a bird), I stopped and went back looking on both sides of the road and found the poor thing laying dead on the ground : a jay. Lesson of this story, if in the future you don't see a new post in, say, a month, that could be a wild boar instead of a jay...
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