The birth of the white wolf
Since September 2021, still buoyed by these joyful and benevolent energies, we’ve been brainstorming on a development plan for the campsite.
In October, Paul took up forest management. The line of cypress trees at the bottom of the garden has been thinned out, before the gale force winds blow, and that’s for the best. The wood has been cut up on site, and is being stored so that it can be put to good use; some nice slices have already been preserved.
The pruning of the standing cypresses has completed the sculpting of this new landscape; the dark branches that were causing a disturbance have been shredded on site and form a valuable reserve of wood shavings. These big piles smell of wood and are a fantastic playground for Saga, our little Swiss white shepherd dog who joined us at the end of August.
‘She’s going to be the white wolf of the campsite,’ we heard one evening or morning in Grenoble. We adopted the name for the campsite, we had to adopt the wolf, and a she-wolf was born for us…
From November onwards, the machines will be busy digging and laying pipes and cables, and levelling the ground for the new chalets….
November was also the magnificent and magical month that saw the appearance of beautiful cypress terraces around three of our vintage mobile homes! Thank you to Patrick and Harvey, thank you to the family who are always there to watch over us, help, support and encourage us.
Saga, the white wolf dog
In December, the campsite is in the mud… Saga, our white she-wolf, no longer looks like a white ermine; her coat is regularly brown, and we have to accept that… It’s also a bit cold in the mobile home that serves as our office accommodation, but the energy and joy of creating keep us alive…!
Before heading off to the Alps for a few days of festivities to meet up with Paul’s family and our grown-up children, we’re keen to get on with some winter planting and give some structure to the triskell. The triskell is this rural area on the northern edge of the campsite, two fields bordered by a dense hedge. I thought I was dreaming the day I discovered a new 2 metre high hedge blocking the first field…! Paul had dug up entire lengths of hedge with a mini excavator and replanted them elsewhere. What audacity. And then this triskell, its heart to be marked out, its three branches to be traced from the planting of three golden cypresses, and then the locations to be drawn and then marked out on the ground. This project within the project is the craziest of all. Yes, we’re a bit crazy, it’s a bit of a madhouse, but it’s a dream come true, and it’s impossible for us to imagine a grid for this virgin space.
So maybe one day, seen from the air, we’ll see a sort of triskell appearing over the campsite area, and we’ll be happy!
