Sunday was glorious. Seventy of us had a lovely village lunch (Margaret one of the four key volunteers) with lovely sunny weather.
I then spent a lot of the late afternoon in the bassin, on the seemingly endless task of fighting the algae which the earlier heatwave had brought on. The water was balmy; the dragonflies and, later, the swifts swooped around me. A lovely end to a good day.
Then suddenly the weather has deteriorated- not the rain which all the locals hope for – but endless strong winds and therefore plummeting temperatures. Well, for here, that is. We are now seeing days in the 20s rather than 30s. As Jacky, who had passed by to look after the bassin, said, over his customary coffee: “un drôle de temps” .