At last after five weeks of rain, rain and more rain the Tramontane has reasserted itself and whupped the Marin back to St Tropez (which is welcome to it) and provided us with the weather we have become accustomed to.
Over the rooftops from the terrace this morning are blue skies stretching all the way to the snow clad Pyrenees, the only bit of mist is the early morning band which follows the passage of the river Orb.

God is in her heavens , all is right with the world.