Le Luberon nous manque

When I first started learning French I found this turn of phrase perhaps the most difficult to get my head around. Of course we would say ‘I miss The Luberon’, but now I’m used to it, I rather like the direct translation ‘The Luberon misses me’ and it feels really nice to know that is…

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…

When does a holiday stop and life begin? 

So that’s it – I’m back in the UK after another long summer at our little place in Provence – Andy’s staying on for another couple of weeks,  as he came out after me and we always want to use the house as much as possible!  I find it hard to understand where the summer…

House-hunting in France is a full-time job

When I left home to come out house-hunting my hubby’s final words were ‘ It’s not going to be a holiday you know’ – and after my experiences over the last couple of days he was spot-on. It’s fair to say that this trip has been planned like a military operation and so far it has…

A Toe in the Gard

after 25 years of dreaming about owning a house in the South of France we have had an offer accepted on a property near Uzes – so our dream is now turning into solid bricks and mortar – and we are dipping our toe in the Gard