rural French life
Thursday 5 February 2015
I'm very new to blogging, so please bear with me. I moved to rural France, in the Haute Vienne, eleven years ago; much fun and some anxieties along the way. A lot of 'Brits' here now, many who shouldn't.... no interest in speaking the language, not keen to integrate, They yearn for Pot Noodles, bacon and a white sliced loaf. A lot of moaning about the French, some of it quite valid. It isn't always a rose garden here.
I cook, a lot. The garden was a cow field and is now an award winning garden, which is opening to the public this year. The house consisted of a rural kitchen, living room and bedroom with small bathroom, all downstairs. That has changed somewhat but it remains an ongoing project... like everything else!
I played a lot of sport but find my knees and one hip don't allow it due to arthritis, which is a real bummer. I still swim. And watch.
I cook, a lot. The garden was a cow field and is now an award winning garden, which is opening to the public this year. The house consisted of a rural kitchen, living room and bedroom with small bathroom, all downstairs. That has changed somewhat but it remains an ongoing project... like everything else!
I played a lot of sport but find my knees and one hip don't allow it due to arthritis, which is a real bummer. I still swim. And watch.
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