6 years ago today we were eagerly awaiting our furniture which was en route from England having been in storage for 3 months
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| weren't slow in getting bottles in there I notice |
We've been reminiscing this morning about how exciting it was to finally be moving in after spending the previous 3 months in our holiday cottage.
The move came just at the right time too as our Bruniquel house has no electricity and would soon have been getting a bit uncomfortable.
Then as now there was a lot to do to get the garden sorted out before the winter and Trevor had a new toy.
Today though the work includes the harvesting of our own garden produce and getting prepared to winterise the pool.
When we came there were those who were sad, those who were sceptical, some thought us mad, some thought us brave, I at least, saw it as an adventure which would probably last 10 years before we went "home". Now it feels quite different. I have never felt so much at home anywhere as I do here, I love living in the countryside, I love french life, the summers are long and we have made so many friends, mostly French, that our weeks are crammed with events and invites. We have been lucky, things have gone so well for us up to now, and we know those for whom it has not been such a success but for us the decision to move here has been one of the best we have ever made.
Would we have been as happy in the English countryside? Well aside from the fact the value of our Stoke house would not have supported such a move, I truly think not. We recently stayed with my brother in his chocolate box village of thatched cottages in Suffolk. Indeed very pretty but oh so so gentrified - not for me.
So as I have said before - bugger Brexit - we will survive. If the value of the pound and therefore our income continues to fall we will have less in the bank but it would take more than that to get us to leave. This is our home, our paradise and France is our adopted country.
aici sén pla
