I’m waiting for the thunderstorm which is rolling around in the hills behind us. It seems a long time since I’ve listened to the heavy thudding and rumbling that precedes a summer storm. Melbourne doesn’t produce as many of those as it used to, but here in Provence they’re a regular part of summer and a relief from the days of heat. The big decision is whether to risk lighting the charcoal BBQ in the face of being washed out. I think we’ll do it!