But summer was still in the air. Catching sight of the low backed lorry stacked with yellow and white crates in a clearing, I approached, and the driver stepped down, happy to explain about his beehives or 'ruches'.
I held a just-pulled radish and he asked 'Is it 'sauvage' or wild? No, I said, but then were his bees?
Later on, the birdsong had been replaced by a gentle buzzing, and the small insects were going about their business.
The hives had been placed in a ring to pollenate the local chestnut trees, a symbiotic exchange.
The beekeeper will harvest the chataigne or chestnut honeycombs before moving them in a month to the nearby fields of sunflowers.
As the beekeeper explained, he studied entomology in Paris before moving to Villeneuve-sur-Lot in the 70's.
His wife and children all keep bees, his wife is president of a bee keeping society of France.