

Saint-Hippolyte, France
As the wide fields of grain gave way to vineyards we knew we were on the right track heading for Cognac. Midday temperature of 27 degrees, clear blue sky and no wind. Speaking of sky, as I look out the window I can count 7 jet streams as airplanes crisscross the sky. We are trying for another This is now the third time I have tried to continue this blog. Each time. I get several paragraphs written, go to save it and the signal goes and I lose all that I have done...