At about 7.15 this morning Carole, our Scottish friend who lives down the road, texted “Jingle Bells “to Síle’s mobile.

One look out the front door told us what she was about.

The incredible had happened and it was snowing in Languedoc in March.

Our back garden was covered.

As were all the roofs of the village.

And the pollarded trees on the Place l’Eglise

All the fields towards the Peuch

Even our neighbours Lemon Tree.