At last - a Blogdog
There are such a lot of people posting pictures of their beautiful canine friends on these blogs that I'm beginning to feel like some sort of infidel in not having one.
So today I though I'd post a picture of Venus. We met Venus (pronounced Vinoos, of course), just outside Epernay in the Champagne region of France a couple of years ago. Her owner, a Monsieur Colin, was like an indulgent father as he shooed her from one part of the building to another on our walk through, and stopped her from launching herself into one of the vats and jumping up on the riddling racks.
I specially remember this Champagne house, because although it was small, M. Colin insisted the five of us (the girls were then 15, 13 and 11) taste the wines in proper quantities, and made our own Colin translate what the girls said they could taste - I recall he had some trouble remembering the French for "cinnamon" when Emma said she could taste the stuff you put in apple pies. Children's unspoilt, virgin palates, M. Colin explained, were a winemaker's delight, because (and I translate this loosely), they hadn't been tainted by bad diets, cheap red wine and pretentious wine writers. He was visibly excited about the cinnamon.
Anyway, because Colin was driving and the girls were only used to very small tasting amounts of wine, I ended up surreptitiously drinking a great deal of everyone else's. I remember almost tripping over poor little Venus on the way out, and M. Colin being very gracious and telling me she did it to everyone and while lovely, was supremely silly.
I still have the tasting glasses we bought there. They remind me of a lovely afternoon, a mad little silky terrier, and the French way of life. This last was illustrated when we turned up just after 11.30 in the morning and asked if M. Colin would show us around and allow us to taste his wine. He looked at his watch, and said in horrified French "But it is nearly a quarter to 12! Do you not have lunch?" Of course, we said, we would be pleased to come back after lunch. "Excellent. Venus and I are going to lunch now. Shall we say half past three?"
Beautiful.