According to the old saying if there is frost on St Maur’s day than winter is half way over. Well yesterday dawned with the most incredible thick white frost and blue skies and as the sun melted the ice, it produced a ground mist worthy of any artist. Unfortunately …….the practicalities of life meant that whilst I marveled at the sight from the car I didn’t get a photo! Isn’t it always the way!
Today though had it’s moments, the frost was still hiding in some of the shady corners, and the sun still shone, the sky was still a beautiful blue.
Very happy to see the sun in all it’s glory, here’s hoping though that as predicted by the dictum, this load of wood is the last we’ll need this winter!
At the end of February I had the privilege of showing one of my nephew’s and his wife around my little corner of France. They braved the coldest month of the year and gave me a great excuse to show them round and to revisit some places I hadn’t seen for a while.
Marcillac market on Sunday mornings is very busy in the summer months, but on a bright cold morning in February it is still vibrant but calmer and it’s much easier to park!
The produce on sale include local specialities: farçous, tripoux, tête de veau. Some greek treats including keftedhes and baklava. A fabulous cheese stall supplied direct from the producers in the mountains of Cantal (and I have been here long enough to be pretty blazé about local cheeses, so trust me when I say they’re good!) and the local Marcillac wine also direct from the producer, a stall that can get very lively as the tastings get underway.
Just down the road towards Rodez, is the village of Salles la Source. There is a lovely nature trail, a museum of local crafts but we visited the waterfall. One of the advantages of the wet winter is that the “cascade” is at its most dramatic. A truly magical place.