Snow in Lourmarin, Provence, what could encapsulate the atmosphere of the season more than snow?
As I watched great cotton wool flakes settle on the clay tiled roofs around me I couldn’t wait to see how this icing sugar dusting would transform everything into a winter wonderland.
Bundled up I hurried outside, blinking as soft flakes fell on my eye lashes. Everywhere was hushed and silent few people had braved the cold, they were missing a treat!
Strolling back from the Chateau the lamp posts reminded me of Mr Tumnus’ and Lucy’s lamp post, from the treasured children’s story ‘The Lion, the witch and the wardrobe’
The next morning dawned bright and sunny, the view from my bedroom window, a white candyfloss of the previous afternoon’s snowfall, Christmas was just around the corner.