Thunder Rolls

So sings Garth Brooks. And so speak the heavens in this area, quite often. Normally every few days during the summer. This year is no different

We have had a few warm, dry days (not many, because I remember being totally sodden last Tuesday as I walked the mere 6 kms home from Nebias), so the weather gods have decided to punish us for enjoying it. They have been shifting the furniture upstairs with a vengeance, hurling their lightning bolts down at us, and emptying every water container they have up there. Not to mention the temperature returning to levels last seen during the winter. A little celebration we attended at the buvette down by the lakeside last night was enjoyable, but I have to say it is the first time I have sat inside the fridge for a meal.

Gay and I managed the 13kms walk up and down to Quillan yesterday morning without getting too wet, and I took advantage of a dry spell to get in 20 kms today. I had to get out, if only to escape the appalling news that England had been beaten at cricket - not so surprising, but by Holland?!!!

So the week finished up with a not too despicable 90.5 kms, bringing the total for the year to 1939 kms. And today Gay and I exercised our democratic franchise for the first time in 15 years. It is that long since we lived in Britain. The only votes we are allowed in France are for local elections - unfortunately we are away when that happens - and to select our European Members of Parliament. We are sure our man will win - after all, when we went to USA to ensure that Obama won, that worked, didn't it?