Plenty of theories, even more controversy, particularly as to whether evidence is conclusive, beyond seasonal and macrocyclic phenomena. Well, in Antibes the evidence confronts you from your window, albeit only for the delimitation of seasons. No British gradualism and compromise here.
Last night, after a radiant but blustery day which I partially spent in Nice, the wind started up without warning. Terrifying gusts, from all points of the compass, howling of unsuspected apertures in the house, slamming of shutters, alarming creaking and groaning from trees and even our roof-beams. It was the beginning of a violent storm: the rain, thunder and lightning hit about a minute later. An hour later still, and all was calm again.
This morning, the sun was streaming in through the windows and the sky was a Wedgwood blue, but, when I looked out towards the Alps, there was fresh snow. Considering I was swimming in the sea only the day before yesterday, this was climate change indeed.
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