Well the last few weeks have flown by in a cloud of dust, noise and exhaustion (for Andy that is) as he has thrown himself fully into starting the work on opening up the new kitchen. It’s hard to believe that not even 4 weeks have passed since that first Philibert lorry pulled onto the … More Our house was held up by that?
As you have probably guessed, I am a little bit restricted at the moment after my tumble a couple of weeks ago and am already missing being able to get out on the bike. I have very quickly realised that I am really not very good at being sedentary and know that I will be … More Croissant-Chasing… 4 great places to sit for breakfast
We’ve had a bit of a shift around of the furniture on our terrace this summer and if I’m honest I wish we’d done it years ago. Since buying the house we’ve had ‘Conversation-corner’ , which is made up of a couple of old iron cots, with old futon mattresses, throws and cushions, surrounded by … More Watching the Sunset at Caseneuve
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 … More Le Luberon nous manque
By the start of November our little place was in a state of chaos in readiness for the work to start. The rooms were piled high with relocated furniture & building supplies and Andy had laid new Travertine floors throughout the 2 main spaces upstairs that would become the new bedrooms and bathrooms. This was … More The building work starts and the water stops….
Firstly I have to start with an apology – the last few months have been rather chaotic with one thing and another and I find that this really is the first time I’ve been able to sit and write about our little half-life in France for quite some time. It’s probably best if I start … More Time for the transformation to begin
It’s well over 2 years now since we finally picked up the keys and opened the door to our little house in Provence after so many years of dreaming about it. We couldn’t afford a perfect house with elegant gardens and a pretty pool and always knew that our little place would need a bit … More Let the renovation begin….
Postcards from Provence and beyond 