Vines at Villelongue & the martyrs of the mudslick

A winter walk near Villelongue d’Aude.  It’s vineyard country, and the vines are stark and bare just now, the countryside colours muted.  I’ll only tell two stories about the day, because the photos can do the rest.  One is about Sainte Barbe, whose chapel we visited at the end of the day.  The other is about how she failed to protect us when we were in the precincts of her chapel.

Sainte Barbe lived round about the 8th century.  Her father Dioscore, a local dignitary, seems to have been a somewhat strict and unbending man.  He had a tower built to imprison his daughter, to protect her from the advances of handsome young suitors. Once, he went away, and she took advantage of his absence to make a third window in her prison tower, to commemorate the Holy Trinity.  Well, that’s the story.

Her father returned, and in a fury, denounced her to the local prefect.  Then he tortured her and decapitated her with his own hands.  But as he returned home, he got his come-uppance.  He was struck by lightning and carbonised.

Barbe was canonised and is ready to protect you, if you ask her, from flames and lightning strikes.  Nowadays she’s a patron saint too – of fire-fighters, miners, and bomb disposal experts.  And she has this chapel near Villelongue where we made our own pilgrimage.

Well, despite the fine weather the other day, the ground there is still waterlogged.  As Anny discovered when she came to try to drive off as we left the chapel.  Her wheels stuck.  They spun dizzily round.  They embedded themselves deeper and deeper into the mud.  We all gathered vine clippings to give the mud-slathered wheels better purchase.  We pushed.  Malcolm got caught by a pulsing stream of mud ejected by the spinning wheels.  We pushed some more, and eventually, had success.  We grumbled a great deal at Sainte Barbe, because she didn’t help us at all.  I think she was a little unfair.  If we’d been stuck there much longer, I think we’d have called out the fire brigade, and then, surely, she’d have to have helped.

8 thoughts on “Vines at Villelongue & the martyrs of the mudslick”

  1. Should have tried St.Frances Cabrini, the patron saint of car trouble (why? no idea!) Looks like you’ve fast got the hang of the new camera Margaret, love the framing of some of your shots.

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    1. Now then. You got me interestred and I was straight off to Wikipedia to find out about the blessed St. Frances. She sounds interesting, but not a car in sight. Instead, there is THIS Saint Frances http://yusefjournal.blogspot.fr/2005/03/saint-francesthe-patron-saint-of-cars.html. This good woman, though she lived in the 14th century, was high-jacked as a patron saint of car drivers because she herself had a guardian angel who lit her way by carrying a light before her, not unlike a car headlamp. Now what’s YOUR story?

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  2. You and your car in mud! It’s so funny! In mountain paths round Lavelanet we often get heavy and sticky mud on shoes too! But last wednesday we went to Col de Marmare and Rocher de Scaramus to walk with snowshoes! The sun was bright and the mountainous landscape magnificent!
    One day I’ll come in Laroque to see your charity shop and drink a coffee with you!

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