Just look at that – it looks like someone took the sun and wedged it between two mountains. Sometimes things like this make me realise how lucky I am to be here in France. Other times, I wish I was in Britain. Quite often in fact.

You see, it’s the permanent discomfort that makes me dream of home. You get used to it – the stuffiness, the humidity, the heat, the sweat, but it does make you lethargic. That simply doesn’t happen to me in the UK, and it gets to me slightly.

Anyway, I haven’t got much to say so I’ll shut up and bask in that last shaft of light before sundown.