Well, gotta admit that the last couple of months have been pretty good weather-wise over here in the south of foriegnland.
As usual, we are more than happy to mouth off about it, whilst listening to your pious claims of “pooh, I really love the rain over here…”.
In keeping with normal behaviour, we may well omit to mention that the summer itself was nothing to write home about.
The resultant verdant lawns are difficult to hide.
Suffice to say, all that glorious ‘Indian summer’ is now at an end. The cold front has done its least worst, and the winter is coming.
None of this is news. We are told that the English talk incessantly about the weather. This may be true, but the French brag about it incessantly.
And so, did we make hay whilst the sun shineth? Well, not precisely, but we did make best use of it.
After our start up the mountain as per previous blog, we toured the Cominge a while, where Louis became a little aggressive.
Putting as much distance between us and Louis as possible, we passed by our favourite village, St Cirq Lapopie,
and onto Carcassone.
Before ending the month watching the sunrise chez nous,
Oh well, off to the Lake District now, to say goodbye to Mum. Scattering her ashes on lake Windermere will be strange, I’ve never done that to mum before, but catching up with my long lost brother may be ammunition for another blog…
Here’s all October’s pix for those who cannot sleep:
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