Metaphorically the sign on our door for most of today. We left the house at 12 noon and got back at about 4:15. Our destination, the Auberge de la Gabriere was about 20 mins away. A Logis de France hotel/restaurant in the National Park of the Brenne; we'd driven past it before but had never gone in for a meal. Today we had something to celebrate--exactly 1 year ago we arrived at our house. The food did not disappoint and over a lovely lengthy lunch we reminisced about our arrival.
We'd become the legal owners on 8 June 2010 but had had work done to the house before we moved in. We also had a house sale in the UK to complete. 30 July 2010 saw us arrive at an empty house with 2 Coleman camping chairs, a couple of suitcases, some bedding [the previous owners had left us a bed] a couple of mugs, plates and cutlery and a very zonked cat. Shadow had had a happy pill before we left Suffolk early in the morning.
|a peaceful lamentation|
It was quite odd 'living' in an empty house, as with the tiled floors it echoed. Even more surreal was the fact that all our things were still in our house in Suffolk; almost as if we'd just pulled the door to and would be back from holiday in 2 weeks time. We'd barely arrived when we were plunged into a mad week of frantic to-ing and fro-ing to the UK to oversee the packers and visit lawyers for the final exchange on the house in Suffolk. Our belongings, all 64 cubic meters, were still classed as a 'part load' and this meant they wouldn't arrive until the 12th August. Fourteen days of camping in one's own house was certainly a novel way to start living in France!
|blue heron looking for lunch|
The beautiful scenery of the lake opposite the restaurant was certainly a contrast to our mad rushing about of 1 year ago.