Last year when I was staying with my sister in law in Kew I saw a pair of stone pointers in an antique shop.  It was love at first sight and I knew that they would look wonderful outside our gate – if a little eccentric as our gate is tatty wood and not the elegant wrought iron that a pair of beauties like these would normally demand.

They weren’t even very expensive but I hummed and hawed and havered over whether I could really drive them back to Bordeaux and eventually wimped out.  And of course I curse myself for being so wet, I could have managed to bring them back, it wouldn’t have mattered having to drive really slowly as there was a problem with the accelerator cable on the car and we had to do the whole 900 plus kilometres at a snail’s pace anyway.

I still regret the ones that got away but since the nice vigneron who has the vines behind the house mowed the grass and provided some nice comfy beds we’ve found that we’ve got a pair of decorative gate guardians anyway…