Rediscovering Peace: Embracing Tranquility in Rural Normandy.

How will you cope??????? No tango! No coffee houses!  We are in rural Normandy.  About as rural as it gets. A handful of houses. A church. A tiny little Mairie. If someone passes the house it’s an event.  In the city, everything distracts. But in the country? Listen. Nothing. Only your heart * It’s bliss. This house sheltered us during Covid. We spent eighteen months … Continue reading Rediscovering Peace: Embracing Tranquility in Rural Normandy.

A Little House in the Pyrenees-Atlantiques.

A short drive away and we’re on to our next house-sit. Someone said to me once, ‘Why would you travel all that way to walk someone’s dog?’, but house-sitting is so much more. It’s comfort and companionship, a tiny peek into different lives, a chance to live eyes wide open. It fulfills my need to stay awhile, to live like a local (I know I’m … Continue reading A Little House in the Pyrenees-Atlantiques.

Still in a French Country Idyll.

An everyday Paradise.  We’re surrounded by fields and woods, sky and space. There is a house next door and we can put out a hand and touch their barn, but we hardly ever see them. We hear their cockerel crowing, and see their sheep grazing. But there is nothing to intrude upon our feeling of being little lords of the manor.  We are here to … Continue reading Still in a French Country Idyll.

A French Country Idyll.

We’ve only left the house to eat.  We are in a tiny village. A handful of houses, the prettiest of Maries, and a twelfth-century church. Old stones, salmon pink and pale cream, mottled with grey and brown.  Green leaves protrude from minute square windows. I think of them as wide arrow slits. Shutters, beams, towers and porticos.We can see all of this glory from the … Continue reading A French Country Idyll.