I’ve just finished the December issue of FPN and found Ruth Wood’s article about the different climates in France very interesting – despite the fact that I’ve been living in France for nearly 30 years! It was a good reminder of how diverse this wonderful country is.
But I have to say that the seasons do seem to blend into each other more and more. When I first moved to France, snow was a given every winter and I even remember the rivers freezing near where I live (I’m right on the border between Centre and Burgundy, in Cher)! If it had snowed overnight, my kids would run to the door and pray the local tractors and saleuses (gritting trucks) had not had time to clear the road for the school bus to come and pick them up. If that was the case, they’d join the other children in the village to build snowmen on the pavements and in the park we have by the river or have epic snowball battles. They’d come back, cheeks a brilliant red from the cold and sodden feet but with huge grins on their faces. They’re all grown up now and if it snows, it doesn’t stay long enough to build even a little snowman.
So, although my old bones are happier without the freezing, damp weather, I can’t help but feel nostalgic about those years when the snow fell heavily on our village and even time seemed to stand still as the countryside stood frozen as in a giant snow globe.
I’ll end my waffling here. Thank you for the excellent read! Henry Mason