I have been loathe to invite anyone into the French house whilst my vision for the whole place remains less than blindingly obvious in most areas. This couldn’t go on, so on our last trip we allowed in some curious neighbours and a local blog-buddy.
The response was interesting. We had a visit from one French neighbour who had actually been in the house before we bought it ( the previous owners did not socialise or welcome visitors due to their particularly difficult situation )
She was mightily impressed that we had removed the toilet from behind the front door and very relieved that she no longer had to climb over it to get into the cave or the courtyard. She was even more impressed by the dramatic changes wrought by us in the kitchen/diner & salon; though less impressed by our lack of hand rails on both staircases.
We went to sit and chat in said salon and she made a bee-line for the os de mouton chair; everyone who comes in does! and we have to shout “no, don’t sit on that!!” or even resort to rugby tackling them to prevent them settling on it.
The chair isn’t safe, it is missing two springs and is wedged with a piece of board .
The attraction remains magnetic, my blog-buddy J sat down before I could intercept her. She survived the experience. Thankfully. We really must fix it.
The aquarelle (water colour painting) behind the chair is a view of the Pyrenees. I bought it before we bought the house. Karmic