At the tent camp

I remember that there used to be a tent camp in the hill below our vineyard. Tents, meadow, children, food, and swimming in the reservoir. My grandfather sat down below the hill, by the road, and sold them peaches from the vineyard. The tent camp is no longer there. No one mows the grass. The climbing frames remain a reminder of what once was…

Originally created in March 2007.



February 3, 2024

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