My daily commute

So now that I am working three days a week in the nearby village Bonnieux, I have an exceedingly pleasant commute of only 10 minutes, aboard my sisters trusty scooter. Long gone are the dreary hours spent staring out of the rain drizzled dirty windows of the 46a bus, as it made its 58 minute trek from the city centre of Dublin out into the sleepy suburbs...

My new commute is a sheer delight for the senses, the balmy Provençal air, heavy with the scents of Jasmin, Lavender and Immortelle, the only other traffic on the road - the odd tractor pulling a trailer full of cherries..and of course the occasional lost tourist 'kamikazely' driving on the wrong side of the road!  I must look like a right eejit, silly grin on my face zipping over the potholes, waving at the passing farmers, full of the joys of living here... does this feeling wear off? I'm not sure, 8 months on and I'm still in disbelief that we live in this magical place..

Here is one of my favourite spots on route to Bonnieux, a small field with row after row of's a nature reserve so I couldn't get any closer to take pics but I think you can get an idea for how beautiful it is!