The ladder climb to top cupboards must be made, to fetch down the Christmas tree, and the winter wardrobe as we go from uninterrupted hot sunshine to a mixed bag of days which are overcast, wet and stormy, interspersed with periods of lovely warm sunshine - bit like UK summer really! -
Houses here are not built for cooler periods, with high ceilings, stone floors and recessed windows, so it can get chilly indoors ( bring on the boot slippers) and hot water bottle!
Social interraction in the village at night dramatically changes - no longer are there tables with happy diners outside - meeting and greeting - everything now feels ' shut away' behind closed doors, and umberellas are used only for 'sometimes' lunchtime dining.
The hunting season is in full swing, with men in camouflage, accompanied by their well trained dogs, stalking the hillside s and fields around our house, the sound of their rifles a reminder of the time of year. - It appears hunting is a dangerous sport here, not only for the prey of rabbits and birds, but also for the Hunters - with a number of reported accidents each year, and even sometimes fatality.