Good news: It's raining gently, filling the cisterns...
Even better news : It was just 15 degrees, when we entered the village bakery/ coffee shop. Winter starts at 16 degrees. They asked me if I was cold...? I had to say yes.. Can't argue with the thermometer, can you ?
When the coffees arrived, there was a large glass of my favourite, dark brandy... The first of the winter .
One should never argue with the local traditions, should one?