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crossing continents and parallel paths

A while ago I met a young girl who reminded me of myself 30 years earlier.   This little story is a fictional version of our meeting.  We all have to make big decisions in life, and now and again a door opens that allows us to change everything, forever.  It takes a brave person to walk through that door, as I’m sure many of you know. Claire hurried along the narrow street in the seventeenth arrondissement in Paris.  She had just finished one meeting and was eager to grab a quick lunch...

turning a page and giving thanks

I have to tell you that this post is written with tears in my eyes….. You may think me ridiculous… but I’ll take that risk. This morning the last of our horses left our paddock and travelled to a new home where he will enjoy a retirement with another senior horse in acres of green pastures and gently swaying trees. Three weeks ago our pony left for a new home too.  He is now with a young family and officially belongs to a little girl, and he gets brushed, fed with carrots and...

merry christmas to you all

If you have read this blog for a while you’ll know that we are not afraid of a little kitsch, in particular when it comes to our Christmas greetings. As usual Gibson and Ghetto were more than happy to pose for a picture, especially when they were told that some of those gifts were specially bought for well behaved dogs. Thank you for reading us this year, thank you for all the words of encouragement, for your emails and comments.   Thank you to those who joined our antique and floral...

the lull before the christmas storm

I’m sure I’m not the only one to feel that these last few days before Christmas are the lull before the storm.     In a few days time all the children will be home and the house will be filled to the brim with music, laughter, good food, champagne, wrapping paper and happy dogs. I’m loving the build up, the preparations, the baking, choosing gifts, making beds, filling the fridge.  The house will feel like it used to before we were empty nesters, because we are at that stage...

how we came to find our house

This is the strange tale of the house that waited two years for our family.  My husband and I have had many different addresses.  In several different countries.  When I was expecting our first baby we were in a lovely sunny flat in Paris.  Great,  I hear you say, and it was, but we wanted trees, we wanted countryside, we wanted more… So by the time our second child was on the way we found ourselves renting a beautiful orangery in Normandy.  This was lovely too, in the middle of an oak...

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