When most people think of the south of France they probably almost always think of it in summer, when it certainly has its attractions. It might well be however that its biggest charm lies in other months of the year. There’s a lot to be said for an autumn that only really gets into gear in late September or even early October. In fact around us at Taradeau it is only in the last few days that the trees have started to really flaunt their golds and yellows. In contrast to the UK, red is something of a rarity in the kaleidoscope of colours the woods offer at the moment.
The autumns are particularly glorious here when, as seems to be the case five days out of seven, the sun shines in all its glory from a sky of unblemished blue. So in the past week, although we had two grey and wet days, Thursday and Friday were utterly delightful and people were walking around in T-shirts. At Cannes mid week there were even people lounging on the beach in bikinis. (Say it not loudly but swimming is still off-limits because the sewage system hasn’t recovered from the storms of four weeks ago; but in Cannes they try not to let reality get in the way of the image.) And of course there are far more mundane reasons for being grateful for the weather; we still haven’t had to put the fire on.
We had family with us this week – of which more probably in next week’s blog – so we thought we would simply compile some autumn pictures in the hope that someone somewhere in duller grey climes will find their life slightly brightened up by some second-hand sun.