We were up at the Comptoir de St Genes for dinner. The heat was heavy. Luckily the Comptoir is air conditioned. It was full of Brits. Which is new. Drove up but walked back (too much good Castillon wine) … about 50 mins in the pitch dark.
For the first time this Summer it was a clear moonless night and the Milky Way was brilliant.
When you can't see much I guess your other senses heighten. It was like walking through a Turkish bath most of the way. Just one 20m stretch was deliciously cool. Must've been a 'river' of cold air running down a side valley. It was so distinctive. Such a thing gives you a clue as to why two apparently identical side-by-side vineyards can produce different results.
Over to the east we saw great clouds lit by lightning flashes. Close Encounters. Getting closer. We sat out a bit. With a beer. They got still closer. But it was still an airless, hot and heavy night.
We went to bed. Five minutes later a tornado hit us. Shook the house. Broke the pole of my ancient tent. Moved the garden furniture. So violent yet oddly … no rain. And still heavy in the morning.
The weather behaving like a teenager this year.
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