When I discovered Hunawihr and storks, in 1990, the nests on village spires were an empty hope, a reminder of times gone by. The village has not changed. In autumn, the white trails of wood-smoke hang over the half-timbered houses, up a crooked hill to the distinctive one-spire church famous from local wine labels. Through the alchemy of grape and harvest, the vintners turn mountain water to ‘pinot gris’ and ‘Gewurztraminer’, mountain water turned to wine, the taste of the terroir. And hope has returned. My heart takes wing and settles with a pair of black-and-white birds, homing.
Jean is a Welsh writer and photographer living in the south of France with a very big white dog, a scruffy black dog, a Nikon D700 and a man. Alongside dog training, photography and translations, she has published all kinds of books, both with conventional publishers and self-published.
You’ll find everything under Jean's name from prize-winning poetry, novels, military history, to a cookery book on goat cheese. Her site is a way of sharing her passions with like-minded spirits.
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