our new adventures in France
When we arrived in France just over two years ago we had our pre-conceived expectations of what life here would be like. I’d spent two summer seasons working on campsites on the south coast about thirty years ago, but that wasn’t much like ‘real life’, so those expectations were mainly based on our holidays and... Continue Reading →
It rained today. It was amazing. You could hear the trees, plants, flowers and fields grinning madly, breathing a huge sigh of relief, literally lapping up the joyful soaking. Humans were rejoicing too. Okay, I don’t know that, as we’ve not been out since it rained, but anyone not celebrating the second sighting of rain... Continue Reading →
I think I could count the number of days I’ve not worn shorts, since April, on the fingers of one hand. Most summers in Scotland I could count on one hand the number of days I did wear shorts. Not only is the weather a total and glorious improvement on last year’s washout, but centre... Continue Reading →
Our second year living in France is now two weeks old. This time last year France was in a strict lockdown, time outside was limited and Rochechouart felt like it was asleep. Our initial excitement was very real, but certainly tempered by the restrictions we were facing. So much has changed since then, and certainly... Continue Reading →
Life is all about making decisions. We make dozens every day. Most of them are small and largely insignificant, but others, like what country would we like to live in are a touch more life changing. Some decisions are out of our hands, but I’ve always been someone who has thought if there’s something you’re... Continue Reading →
When we arrived in France last November our intention was to spend around a month unpacking and settling in before driving back to Edinburgh for Christmas. Heather’s daughter had her 40th birthday in late December so we wanted to celebrate that and enjoy some festive family time. Plus we left most of our furniture and... Continue Reading →
Between us we’ve holidayed in France plenty. My first visit was around the mid-eighties to Lacanau Ocean on the Atlantic coast near Bordeaux, a trip with some friends who turned out to be better surfers than me. With every subsequent visit, including two seasons partying, sorry… working as a holiday rep for Keycamp, my desire... Continue Reading →
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