We have just had three days of rain, essential for the vines and for our grass, but this morning as dawn came up, the sun was giving the whimpering Vent Marin a trouncing. This wind is both warm and wet and creeps into Languedoc bearing rain from the Golf de Lyon usually formed when the cold Mistral from the Alps hits that golf at the Camargue at the mouth of the Rhone. This morning it has been reduced to a low low mist out of which the tree tops stand out like islands and I (but not the silly camera) can see the Pyrenees glowing pink at the horizon. Even as I write this mist is being dissipated by the heat of the sun, it looks like a great day.