The August heatwave has us in its grip. A heavy, flat heat that saps energy and slows us down. Wasps swarm and hornets drone like B52s. When the teenagers arrived back at the bus station at seven in the evening from a trip to Avignon the barometer at the nearby pharmacy was reading 41 degrees celsius.
With a houseful of guests, many hands make light work but even so, sitting inside writing blog posts has been out of the question. The computer has remained unopened in favour of lying reading under the trees, splashing in the pool and shopping for long lazy dinners by candlelight. Excuses, excuses, and here they are in pictures...
The weather forecast in the local newspaper La Provence gives hope that the worst is over. Weeks of unbroken sunshine and heat hazy landscapes have given way to cloud this morning...
...and as I write at the kitchen table, a welcome shower of rain has started to fall...
