Tangled masses of lavender, pierced by the flaming red hot poker flowers exerted a magnetic force on arrival and I left MDH to the exacting but pleasurable task of wine sampling.
Undulating fields of winter-bare vines surrounding the wine boutique lead up to white washed buildings and soft rolling hills.
Swarms of honey bees made pushing my way into the lavender plants quite a perilous undertaking but, as usual, when in the grip of a photographing frenzy, I was oblivious .
Terracotta pots of citrus trees line the front of the building and good for the plant or not, the lichen (?) growing on the trunks makes an interesting picture.
Returning to the building, expecting to see cartons of wine being loaded into the car, this sight greeted me; which just goes to prove that you can take the man out of the office, but in the age of technology, he'll take the office with him.
By means of vigorous and expressive gestures, I separated man and cellphone and we went into the sampling lounge. Sunlight streaming through glass doors bathed the interior in honey-golden glow and brought out the sheen of yellowood tables. Entranced by bright colour, as I am, the wooden bowls of oranges attracted me like the lavender outside had enticed the bees.
No looking at the enticing bottles of wine arranged on the shelves lining the entire room, no tasting for me, just a picture-taking frenzy of oranges and Kelim rugs.
Obsessed by light and colour. Who me?