Paul and I think of this song and sing it every time we see the mist rising like smoke from the Dordogne river, a truly gorgeous site. Minus six degrees a few days ago and minus four yesterday but we are not complaining. Well sometimes, but not that often.
Excitement was raised when the snow started to fall but it was gone by the morning. I still love throwing snow balls so I shall just have to be patient a while longer. The last heavy snow fall was about five years ago, so maybe we are overdue for another one.
Breakfast picnic in the warmth of the car at Castlenaud, so cold outside that the river steamed.
Mist rising up over the bridge at Castlenaud.
This is the first time that we have seen icicles in this area. Time to return home to the fire I think.
Event:- Sarlat Christmas Market will be open from this Wednesday and throughout December, brilliant.
