Pentecost. A national holiday in much of Europe.The road leading up to the German billionaires chateau lined with large and very shiny Maybachs. A white long wheelbase Land Rover, of the type used by explorers, parked incongruously amongst them.
Conforming to national stereotypes the billionaires guests are early risers. The sound of breakfast conversation drifts down the hill towards us as the PONs set off on their morning walk. Breakfast merriment, in whatever language, has a contrived sound to it. This breakfast is apparently no exception.
Bob and Sophie listen with rapt attention to mobile phones trilling and then being answered. Most phones have standard ring tones. One of them plays Ride of the Valkyries. Could it belong to the man in the Land Rover ? As we pass the chateau Bob diligently christens the tyres of two large limousines.
Off to the greengrocers. The white asparagus looks as if it's been on steroids. The stems thicker than carrots. They look less than tender .
The wild asparagus is back. This time labeled as asperges des bois. Madame Bay, ever the expert, says it should be steamed lightly and added to scrambled egg or risotto.
And here is a little video on how to find wild asparagus :