Driving around the Bordeaux vines at this time of year always brings flashing pound signs before my eyes. The trees are filled with gold, or might as well be, in the shape of the mistletoe. The trees are brimming with the white berries, which are just begging to be taken down and whisked off a smart UK farmers market. At £10 for a healthy bunch there’s probably enough profit in it to justify driving a van to the UK and the van could come back laden with mince pies and Christmas puddings for selling to the Bordeaux ex pat community. Of course the Mistletoe seems to favour only the really high and difficult to access branches. It’s not that the lower down stuff is already taken since the French are just not bothered about it. It’s just that it likes to grow up high where the wind has planted the seed. So short of investing in a cherry picker it’s going to have to sit there and I will continue to drive around the vines looking at dollars in the trees!