January fog

January in our  "petit coin" often means waking to a fog laden wonderland. We live at the bottom of our village, with the Marquis de Sade castle watching over us from far above. On days like this, as you climb the path towards the castle, you rise above the fog which hangs over the valley between Lacoste and Bonnieux and it is almost as if it is alive, its wisps caress the fields of vines and old farmhouses below.

I took these while walking with Louis on Friday and when looking through my archives I realised that at this very time last year I posted foggy photographs from Lacoste cemetery which you can see here.... perhaps it signals the ghosts of times past departing these lands to make way for a fresh, cherry blossom-laden Spring...whispers of new beginnings...