When the day doesn’t go as planned……

I had yesterday planned out in my mind and very lovely it was going to be too…. An early start, with my silver-buying head on, to go to the Deballage (Unwrapping) at Avignon. This is a regular event run for professionals only to buy from dealers and I had finally got the necessary paperwork to…

Settling in after a few weeks away…..

Time is a very strange thing indeed, I have been back in the UK for less than 4 weeks and although the time has flown by, it feels as if I have been away from France for so much longer. I am sure there is some psychological explanation for this, but I wouldn’t have any…

The sweet shift of summer towards autumn….

Bizarrely we sense and feel the changing seasons more in Provence than we do in Devon. Back in Exeter the proximity to the sea seems to soften the edges of summer as it shifts into autumn and likewise, autumn into winter. That’s not the case here and today it was almost as if someone had…

Day 2 & 3.. 24 hours in Paris…. Footsore, but what a day!

After a great day in Portobello Road, we arrived in Paris to a dramatic downpour, with the roads and pavements turning into rivers as we walked to our hotel in Montmartre. Hardly the balmy, sunlit stroll along the Parisian streets that we had hoped for…. More a saturating dash, ending with us wringing the water…

Popping Up in Provence

A couple of years ago I had the opportunity to hold a couple of pop-up events with my jewellery Vintage Silver Workshop in the pretty hilltop village of Saignon, which was great fun to do and just a good experience. I should have booked others for last summer., but I must admit that my time…

Marseille to Apt…. just not quite as planned!

Over the last 3 years we’ve had a few interesting and at times chaotic trips between Devon and Provence, including Not the most relaxing trip back , but I think it’s fair to say that Andy’s trip today has outstripped all others. When I left the house at the end of March, we decided to…

Brexit – 2 years on

It’s a fact of life isn’t it that you recall where you were when you first heard about a major event – I was in the cloakroom at school when I heard John Lennon had been shot; in the car driving to the Supermarket when I heard about Princess Diana’s death and then drinking tea…

Poppies & Cherries – Provence has turned red.

Having arrived back in Provence a few of days ago I’ve been really surprised at how much things have changed in the last 5 weeks. First, and probably the biggest surprise, is that everything is looking incredibly lush and green. This a such a stark contrast to the bleached colours and dry fields and verges…