Now that probably doesn't sound weird, until I tell you that the road past our house doesn't go anywhere; about 500 yards up the hill it hits a "crossroads", where the other three options are all unmade farm tracks [one of which peters out after a couple of hundred yards], so it's not really used very much apart from farm vehicles & by the people whose logs are stored up there.
Given the dress of the passengers, I'm guessing that they are migrant workers come for the vendange, and as Michel and Claire's pickers have all finished behind me I think they must work for Denis?
Not sure, but am going to be watching out for the coach again!
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