in the soil I’m sure I thought when I was little of the weather as something home-brewed, a product of the hills and fields of the country and of the sky above it, but now it seems as if the weather is something we are subjected to, this grey little island buffeted this way and that by cold winds from the north or east, warmer ones from the south; strange we don’t have our familiar names for them as they do in France or Italy, where if you say that the
Funny, I read this sitting in the Bar Central in a small village in the south of France. There's been high winds for days now. The waiter comes over and I comment on the wind to which he replies, yes le mistral can drive you crazy. It's a saying I guess. I had never heard of the mistral before, except in these two instances, just a few minutes apart
Funny, I read this sitting in the Bar Central in a small village in the south of France. There's been high winds for days now. The waiter comes over and I comment on the wind to which he replies, yes le mistral can drive you crazy. It's a saying I guess. I had never heard of the mistral before, except in these two instances, just a few minutes apart
Good news about morels this year - they seem to like the proximity of sheep, ground orchids and chalky soil. Sussex Downs? Just thinking aloud.