This mild weather has put the seasons out of kilter. I mean, this is supposed to be the Festive Season though there are very little clues in this area that Christmas is only a few days away.
Where is that coolish Limousin breeze with that nip in the air not to mention the sleety snow or God forbid, actual snow reminding us that it is actually december and not the beginning of spring ? The world's gone crazy.
A nice stroll in Limoges the other evening at 2100hrs in 16°C was unreal. People eating outside and me sorely tempted to go 'shirt-sleeves'. I resisted on principle as I refuse to give in to El Nino or whatever is causing this comparitive and unnatural heatwave.
The locals tell me 'we will pay later' and the usual old wives tales of the first cuckoo or the first snowdrop etc are doing the rounds. The warmest december ever ? Maybe but I refuse to be diverted from enjoying Christmas for what it is in these parts, mulled wine, Christmas pud and huddling around the open fire.
Just to remind me this is december here are two shots of Limoges (I hope !) in all it's festive glory.