Quite a few new folk have started following this epic saga of ours and must be wondering what kind of blog they have stumbled onto here.
Some art, some antiques, some textiles, some history, some musings on French life and culture, some good days, some bad days; having given you all a glimpse of the contents of my head I want to take you all back to where this journey began.
It began with this house.
Neglected and empty for years, before that it was rented out and before that the last family who owned it had a very, very sad story.
Bits of 20th century building work tacked around an old stone shell; it called to us “Rescue Me, Now!” I truly believe that if we had not come along to Campagne that day and put our money down, this house would never have been lived in again and would have fallen slowly into rack & ruin like so many of these old French village houses.
Our friends & neighbours thought we were crazy, why buy this ugly, incoherent patchwork building? Why? because I am a sucker for the lost and the lonely. I have that crusading spirit that makes me believe that I can pull anything back from the brink and fix it. This house has a soul, and I want to polish that up and make it shine.
With Trevor, who could also sense the possibilities of this place, who thought we could change the spaces to suit our needs and wants and make the place work as a great house for the first time in it’s long history, we took a deep breath and jumped right in. We took a punt. A big gamble. A risk.
That’s what this blog is about. Stay with us and see what happens next.