A cycle to awaken the senses

Having arrived late on Monday night after a particularly stressful trip down I woke early yesterday & simply sat on the terrace like a lizard, being warmed by the sun, at the start of what was destined to be another stunning day.  Yes there were things that needed to be done in the house, but…

Not the most relaxing trip back

It’s 9 weeks since I last left the house and returned to the UK. Andy has been down since & our eldest has spent the last month there pottering about improving his French and his Strava times at the same time. It’s felt as if I’ve been counting down the days for the last 9…

The Colours of Provence

Let me start by saying that my husband & I both hate grey! It’s a colour that we’ve never really got on with …… I’m sorry as I know lots of people love it when the skies are a monochrome slab of grey cloud, encouraging fires to be lit and giving rise to ideas of…

Our Year in Provence (sorry Peter Mayle)

It has just dawned on me that this time last year Andy was frantically packing the car, filling every possible space with bits we wanted to take with us to France ahead of setting off in the early hours to drive to Provence to complete the purchase of our long dreamed-for little house.    …

It’s nice to be back & Spring has arrived!

Once again we have flung open the shutters on the house, switched the hot water on, filled the fridge & checked the tyres on the bikes.     Over the last year (and it really is nearly a year since we bought the house) it feels as if we have been here in Provence more than…

Poisson d’Avril – Hook, Line & Sinker!

I really should have taken a better note of the date when I got up at 2.30am today to travel to the Airport! I suppose an early start, lack of coffee & a distinct need for sugar made me take my eye off the ball, but perhaps they’re just excuses & I should just accept…

Learning French to enjoy life in Provence 

Having spent a good few months out of the last year in France both Andy & I have seen our French really improve, although we both started at very different levels. I’d learnt French at school, although had given up after taking my ‘O’ Level for the simple reason that I detested the teacher and…

In the Footsteps of the Resistance

In the centre of the pretty village of Saint Saturnin les Apt is a peaceful square (home to the vibrant Tuesday morning market), and to one side is a small garden area that sits in front of a dramatic stone wall, which is a memorial to the dramatic and devastating events that happened there on…