The Mystery of the Missing ... Everybody!

St Chinian is a name revered in the Languedoc for the efficacy of its wines. Malheureusement, the town itself is on the poky side of jiggery, yet, after visiting several domaines nearby of an afternoon, by early evening it had undoubtedly begun to acquire a mystic charm.
First of all, Tish and I found ourselves in a rather bijou village house with all facilities, furnished by Swede Ikea (who he?) and even a blessed roof terrace. The complete kit belonged to ... That's the problem! I can't for the life of me remember!
It appears that Tish decided at some point neither of us was fit to drive and borrowed the house keys from a Couple with Multiple Accommodations who were carousing in the vicinity of the vineyard which produces Saint-Chinian Mas Champart, Clos de la Simonette, 2002.
I know this because I am reading from the bottle now. I can remember meeting them - the CMA's - what they look like, their excellent company but ... apart from that, it's a very silent movie. Rien!
But what was worse, I couldn't for the life of my last remaining aunt remember why I was there. Tish repeatedly told me why we were invited and who exactly had invited us but I only have her word for that.
Was she mollycoddling me?

Then Tish disappeared!

You see, I was simply trying out the short movie function on my little Fuji. She was to sit on the terrace and gaze into the distance while I attempted a panoramic view to slowly sweep round to focus on dear heart...
Lo and unbehold, she was nowhere to be seen!

It was quite a shock as you can see from the twitching movement at the dénouement of my film.

Now, I fear for myself
Why am I sitting tapping all this blaggle out in a god-forsaken internet cafe in Bessyeh surrounded by schoolchildren and pale pedlars ... haunted by ghosts from the vineyards and the blasted garrigue? Who am !? Do I belong here?
And where is Tish?