Les Grandes Vacances
Or sleepy, summery slumber.
This is not the normal, full-sized, epic newsletter you’d expect from me, but a relatively brief summer note between friends. Just a hi, how are you? Have some pretty summer photos.
We are barely into August and many of the trees believe it is autumn, their leaves golden, red, brown or already fallen. As we returned home recently, following some time away at the coast and then deep inland, we were met by the sight of a line of flames leaping across the mountainside, whole trees igniting, the wind whipping all into a mesmerising fury. Here, in Isère, such fires are rare, unlike the dry Mediterranean south of France, where the climate and vegetation combine to make fires common.