My brother in law, Peter, is here and the weather is foul.
A week ago we were having fine autumnal weather, good for walks and lunches outside. Then, red skies in the morning, and last week, all the locals were forecasting almost with glee that we would have an épisode cévenol – a period of relentless, torrential rain. ‘Cévenol’ because the wind is coming from the south, from the Mediterranean, when it comes up against the hills and mountains of the Cévennes.
Yesterday was a complete washout and today the approaching thunder and lightning mean that there is no longer any internet connection and I’m writing this offline.
Its such a pity as within one week the colours have turned to their most glorious autumnal hues, despite the heavy rain. But we are about to have a day of wind and I fear the leaves will fall.