Food, Flowers & Fashion -Sunday in Coustellet 

For a long time the only market we tended to go to on a Sunday was the massive event that packs the narrow streets and pretty squares of L’Isle Sur La Sorgue. We would cycle in (early)  and have breakfast at the wonderful Café de France, before wandering around the town browsing the huge number…

Beyond the end of the Veloroute – cycle #1 to Cereste

The Veloroute du Calavon is a great off-road cycle path that runs the length of the petit-Luberon from near Cavaillon to beyond Apt. Built on the bed of an old railway track it offers a well-maintained, vehicle-free, flat route through some of the most picturesque scenery in the area. It is a great way to…

A delightful meal & a slightly ‘hairy’ cycle home

A few months ago one of my blogs was titled ‘D is for Dining Out’ – to be honest this isn’t something we get to do that often without the boys – and when we’re with them we have to make sure that the restaurant serves something they will be happy to eat. With this…

A Fig Festival & a horse in a ‘flat-cap’

I can’t help it – I’m a sucker for a local Festival in France – so you can imagine I was delighted when, on a planned bike ride last week, we arrived in Saint Didier and noticed a sign for the Fig Festival taking place in Caromb that day. I feel I should explain that Caromb was…

M is for a week full of Markets

I had to laugh this morning when my eldest asked what letter of the alphabet I’d reached in my A-Z – I replied M, he then started to ask what I was going to write about then checked himself by saying ‘Stupid Question….. It’s Markets isn’t it?’ gave a snort and wandered off to make…

The Simple, Natural & Uncomplicated Pleasures of Provence

So that’s it – we’re home after another fantastic couple of weeks in the Luberon and yes we do have our next holiday booked and yes we are already counting the days until we go again. We do live in a lovely part of the country, right on the edge of Dartmoor & within a…

K is for ‘Un Kilo s’il vous plait’

It’s May Bank Holiday and I’m listening to the rain bouncing off the roof of the conservatory and can hardly see the end of the field due to the mist, so naturally my mind has turned to Provence & the incredible food that is on offer at the local markets. It doesn’t seem to matter what…

D is for Dining Out

Dining out with 2 gregarious teenage boys tends to rule out any holiday fine-dining experiences. To be honest I like to relax whilst we’re away and the thought of trying to get them into anything other than t-shirts, shorts & flip-flops leaves me cold – let alone the fact that they may find something on…