I love August. It is the month we always used to come on holiday here, and so it is associated with many happy memories. We used to look forward so much to escaping from almost constant rain and waking up to blue skies, and now even although we are living here I have not got used to that. Outside my bedroom window is a bank of lavender and in the morning I wake up to sunshine filtering through the shutters and the sound of bees already humming amongst the flowers outside. Camille, our little brown and cream cat, loves to stroll amongst the bushes as soon as I open the door for her. By 9am the temperature is well over 30 degrees and the butter left out for breakfast is in danger of melting. Between midday and about 4pm it really is too hot to do anything that requires much effort. Not that that stops us from trying of course and we often seem to find ourselves out walking amongst the olive and pine trees, or making our way down to the market. Or, less pleasantly, running to catch one of the few buses that make the 50 minute journey to the local centre of administration for the Var department, Draguignan.
When we were on holiday here we used to stay on campsites, and one in particular became our favourite, right on the beach. Long days were spent enjoying swimming in the warm sea water or sketching views of the countryside or just sunbathing. We would go on costal walks, along rocky paths bordered by scrubby trees and bushes on one side and sparkling blue water on the other. We would visit, and revisit, the beautiful hilltop villages of Ramatuelle, Grimaud, and Gassin. And we loved to go into St Tropez by a back road, and stroll through the old streets surrounding the orange and yellow bell tower and along the harbour front past all the millionaires’ yachts along to the artists stalls.
Without transport we have not been able to visit the beach this summer, but at least the appartments where we are living share a swimming pool which feels like a real bonus, if not almost an essential here. The pool is very popular with children, and watching them I think how fortunate they are to grow up in such beautiful surroundings and in such a favoured climate.