Il Vent

As I sit here writing this blog I can hear the noise of the wind blowing in the trees, and whipping around the awning of our caravan.   The sound of it, blustery, poles rattling, fabric flapping.  Hopefully the storm strap will hold the awning in place.

Il vent, the wind, not always a mistral, but still with plenty of force and very noisy.  It can last for one day or several days, and when it is a proper mistral, it can send people mad.

The trees in the photo below, look calm and still in the bright sunshine, but not so.  Perhaps I should have included a short video, with plenty of sound effects.

It is to be dreaded, this wind, but to be expected as we are by the coast and in between hills.   Donna has had one awning torn apart and another blown down.  We have had our awning mended twice.   Plus a tree landed on the roof of our first caravan, luckily we were not in it.   And it often feels that the caravan will take off into the air during a strong gust.  Talking is difficult.

But we have battened down the hatches, taken the towel off the line, in the photograph below, and removed anything that may blow away.  Could be a long night.

Then suddenly the wind will stop.  In an instant.  And there is silence.  Golden silence.