Château Montrabech-Pitt

It's a pity it's not Thursday today, because this old wine estate is a rich source of blips. It's been in my blip bank for a while, but I've never stopped till today. However, I had one of those days where I took lots of photos, liked what I saw on the back of the camera, and then didn't like them when I saw them on the computer. I will just have to go back.

This part of the chateau is next to the road: a massive turreted residence with huge barns and outbuildings. Across the road, and up a pine-bordered drive is a huge walled enclosure with a crenellated tower inside it, the grounds now overgrown with trees and the rusting panelled gates locked. On one corner is a battered shrine overlooking the vines. To one side a grove of ancient olive trees which surely must have survived the great frost of February 1956, their leaves glittering silver in the sunshine. And all around, immaculately tended vines.