renovation, restoration, much trepidation…………….2013
The old part of the village is wired, via a set of loudspeakers, to the Mayor’s office. This is common, apparently.
We hadn’t even noticed this until our second season at Maison Priest when I was abruptly awoken by a stern female voice imparting the solemn information that the weekly fish van visit to the square was imminent. This disembodied voice sounded alarmingly close , so I leaned out of the window to see our usually slow and sedate neighbour scooting off up the street, at amazing speed for an nonagenarian, with two huge empty shopping bags (whale for dinner perhaps?)
I peep through our prettily painted shutters. pity the rest of our chaotic hovel is not as well finished as these . I have to admit that Trevor is PDG (pretty damn good) at painting woodwork.
Things are happening, possibilities are materialising, this is what we planned all along.
To create the best little village house in the Languedoc Roussillon and live here in the real south of France full time.
So why, when our ten year dream is finally looking like a real possibility, do I feel so anxious and unprepared????
My stomach is churning just writing these words……………….