Perfectly good vines, clearly productive if somewhat aged, in the flush of springtime growth, suddenly grubbed up, so that yet another patch of infrastructure can get started ready to accommodate another five or so villas (there is the tell-tale planning notice loosely tied to a roadside cypress), just like the now-established villas I turned my back on to take these pictures, and the ten or so more that are just completing behind them, infilling down to the post office, and already the foreground to what was a wonderful view from la terrasse towards Cheval Longue (if one stood on a chair or leaned out a bit far). The results are shown below, two autumns ago and underneath, what we are getting now.
Of course this barely affects the old town. Up there it is already filled in (mostly) and anyway the majority of younger French folk don't want to live in older property, usually without gardens, they want smooth walls, air con and wired off patios. So I can report without telling a lie that the incomers who have bought the old houses of the centre, in and around the old walls and towers, those who use them as holiday homes and businesses, done them up, have done the town a service: it is acknowledged, by the Mayor, and other inhabitants who live centrally. So for those who live up there it is mainly the view that is changing, that's all. I just hope that Sablet continues to be a working town and to maintain it's particular character . . .
It will all blend in, in time no doubt, and the character of the centre should remain largely unaltered. But what about the school (capacity wise) and the other services of the town? At the moment they are very good and adequate. Will they remain so? The current Mayor will see to it no doubt, but he is set upon reducing any more development if he can, we believe . . .
When we first came here, we were delighted to be able to walk out into the vines within a minute or two of leaving the house, it was one of the reasons that Sablet appealed to us. Soon though we will be passing through small housing developments to do so and the vines will have retreated. Sablet will look just a bit less like a village. It's progress I'm told . . . luckily the old town stays as good as ever – difficult of access, damp, cramped, picturesquely awkward stuck up in the Mistral, sometimes noisy neighbours — still with the views though, and a solid fan base!
We of course are situated between these two camps: not in the old town but of it; so we have advantages and disadvantages.
footnote: my favoured view NB: this snap below links to the trio above and records where we are now, in July 2018 with my favoured view. Mrs Melling points out the olive grove planted in the foreground but that is little solace to me … where's my view? Going, going, gone forever…