Blown away

The terrace doors are heaving inwards beneath the full force of Mistral, pansies and marguerites bravely tossing their heads. So we decided that Le Pontet was for us and threw ourselves into the maelstrom for a buffeting drive. The sky is pin sharp though and bright bright sun.

Still pix give no real sense of the gusts but believe me that pulley wheel is swaying and rolling!










Left Berlingo rocking precariously in  IKEA parking - where all flags had been lowered and tethered to the bases of their poles. A new lightweight feather and down duvet was purchased for those who feel the heat.

Then ho for Leroy Merlin across the way in Le Pontet Profond,  to obtain a handrail for the upper stairwell. Amazingly we found one.
Then what do I see as I log onto BBC News on ipad on our return? La May has announced a general election! followed by a flurry of emails telling me the same thing. Turbulence! Oh well, at least the pound has gone up.
And now for a hiatus while Adrian addresses the installation... more later.
Oh God...he's singing.

Ta Da !