As August commences, the holiday season reaches ‘peak’, as those
seeking the sun or needing a break from ‘normal routine’ head to
the coast or ‘travel south’, migrating to join the thousands of
visitors who swell the population of France to ‘bursting’ in the
height of summer.
Telltale signs of occupation come from European licence plates
with NL (Netherlands), B (Belgium), D (Deutschland), E (España)
and GB (Great Britain) the most prevalent on the roads here,
alongside the vast range of numbers that represent other French
departments, as traffic forms long queues, and locals ‘lie low’
or visit (or receive) family.
For many of us who have the fortune to live in the south, it is a
time of ‘rest and retreat’, rather than ‘venturing out’ – even though
festivals are in full swing, there is nothing to ‘seek’ when the garden
is in full bloom, the mountain air fresh, and the shade of the forest
inviting. Days are lazy as the heat dictates a slow pace, and the
conviviality of a laden table ‘all important’ as we share in the
simple pleasures that lie all around us and relax, hidden away from
the glistening attractions that call so many to our shores.