Maybe the secret’s in the rosé : after a chilled glass or two, you could imagine yourself in the lavender fields in Provence. It’s on the wishlist: the lavender fields in the South of France that is, not the rosé, although if you’re offering, that would be splendid.)
So yes, we’ve got the weather right now (isn’t it fabulous?) and yes there are lavender fields – OK field – and if you mentally crop out the cluster of industrial buildings huddling on the horizon, you’re pretty much there. And all without the flight, and the hideous Ryanair o’clock check-in time. Bargain.