Norway in January? Scotland at Hogmanay? No, southwest France on 27th November.
This is what we woke up to this morning. We weren’t greatly surprised. La Météo issued a severe weather warning last night for the départements around ours (Lot and Aveyron). But they weren’t forecasting it for our area. However, we somehow knew that it was destined to hit us too.
This is our 14th winter here and it has never snowed so early. The earliest snowfall we have had was last year, when we had a very cold snap a week before Christmas. But today’s efforts are unheard of, at least as far as we’re concerned. No doubt if you ask the old folk round here they will shake their heads and say, “Ce n’est pas normale.” For them, the weather is never normale.
The Statistics Freak ventured outside, since our satellite Internet connection wasn’t working. He discovered the satellite dish almost completely covered in snow and, fortunately, normal service was resumed once he brushed it off. This is one of the downsides of living right out in the sticks: we will never get broadband here.
He also measured the depth of snow on the table in the photo at the top of this post (on which, incidentally we ate lunch outside in the sun two weeks ago). It was 11 cm deep, so it must have snowed most of the night.
No question of going to the village today. Our lane is steep, winding and 1km long before you even get to a minor road. It’s bottom of the council’s snowplough list. We might get out but we probably wouldn’t get back up again. Fortunately, we are well provisioned, the electricity hasn’t gone off (I’m touching wood hard as I write that) and it’s all rather pretty really.
So, all you folk who think that the sun always shines in the south of France and that we swim in January, disabuse yourselves of that notion. Here is the evidence. And if you’re planning to move here, make sure you invest in some thermal underwear.
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