Sometime last century, probably the mid 80s amidst the new romantics and hot hatchbacks (I’d just bought my first proper sports car, a 1965 TR4 with rust as standard), we heard a rumour that the food was quite good in France, so having done the islands to death a dozen or so times and looking for something more cultural than hot bodies and sand with everything, we thought we might see if there was any truth in the rumour. In the intervening years, I’ve had just one bad meal (due to a dodgy snail I’m sure) and met scores of amazing people, several of whom have become life-long friends and we simply fell headlong into a so far limitless love affair with the French lifestyle, countryside, climate, culture, the emptiness of the roads, the people and their passion for life.
Then of course, there is the view that these are only ‘holiday’ sentiments born of great times and fond memories and not what one might experience when being there for keeps, without the aid of rose coloured glasses! Well, perhaps, but then again, just what does one, or in our case two (with a supporting cast of two girl cats, a mountain range of books, a few guitars and old cars) actually do with the rest of your life, now that decades of work has provided both the means and the incentive to unplug the old and reconnect life into a new series of challenges?
Right, just do it!!
Time for a cuppa and to review the latest delivery from ‘Tool Station’ which will doubtless make light work of my imminent efforts to convert a 200 year old barn to a comfy home for us merry band of Anglais !
TTFN and more later.
LC
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