We are about to visit our little maison au pied du château after an absence of 12 weeks. That's an awfully long time to be away from something you really, really like. It isn't a villa with umpteen rooms and a swimming pool. It's a scruffy little cottage built of a mixture of rubble and flint, like most of the other older houses in the village. It has scary plumbing and dodgy wiring and zillions of spiders. But when I get settled on that little terrace, looking out over the rooftops of the village, with the Grand-Pressigny bat formation team swirling round me as the light fades, I might as well be in heaven.
All photos are from August 2008 when we spent virtually an entire week in the village because it was too hot to go anywhere on the motorcycles. In any case, we were so content and busy pottering about or relaxing in our own little place that we just didn't feel the need to do anything else. I did lots of reading and Nick did lots of fishing. We got all the shopping we needed in the village and it was absolute bliss.