As I write this I am travelling down the south-west of France from Bordeaux to Bayonne on a train with my beloved, Eoin. We left the Dordogne this morning where we were house-sitting in a beautiful restored 18th century farmhouse surrounded by sunflower fields and vineyards. We are now off to visit my sister who live in the foothills of the Pyrenees and we will be staying there for a few days before flying back to Northern Ireland. Once home we have 4 weeks to pack up our lives, say our goodbyes and leave in our new motor-home in search of our new life in the Dordogne. As I type those words I am filled with a mixture of huge excitement and a tinge of overwhelm because there is a LOT to do in the next few weeks.
However, we have spent much of the last fortnight house-hunting, getting to know the Dordogne better and making some lovely new friends so any doubt or fear which I had about making this massive move has disappeared altogether. What I am left with now is a deep certainty in my soul that the next phase of my life is to be spent in France. I feel so at home here. Continue reading “My love affair with France”