We arrived in France on Thursday, just as the weather changed.
By Good Friday, in the south west of the country, the sun was out, the sky was blue and we were thanked for bringing the weather with us.
As if.
Just like the UK, it has been a cold and wet winter here in France. So to see – and feel – that shining orb looking down warmly – well, it’s been a welcome visitor with a smiley face and absolutely no baggage.
Today, our part of Dorset is similarly clad in warmth. Spirits soar and everything in the garden is lovely, if you forget world events and personal traumas and focus instead on the trees ditching their winter wardrobe and grabbing their spring and summer clothes from nature’s rail.
Lush Places gets back to normal tomorrow, with temperatures plummeting and roadworks all over the place as super-superfast broadband is installed by a roving crew, leading to faster internet speeds and frazzled drivers.
Here, we’re set fair until Sunday when temperatures, too, will plummet along with (if there was any justice in the world) fuel prices. But we all know justice is in short supply these days so I’m not going down that particular route for fearing of reaching a dead end or one great big pothole.
Gather ye rosebuds while you may and make hay while the sun shines and all that.
Be kind, hope for the best but expect the worst and you will never be disappointed.
Speak soon.
Maddie x
Maddie Grigg 