Ste Guadelupe
Yesterday's weather: Nice morning, wet afternoon
We always dreamed of a little cottage, roses around the door, you know the sort of thing, and a stream running by.
It's a chocolate box image and when we found this little house and saw the roses around the door we thought we were almost there. The stream is missing, unless you want to walk down the lane to the road where there is a little stream running, except in the summer when it dries out completely - very annoying when one wants to partake in a little game of Pooh Sticks with the grandchildren.
We also have a little 'source' a freshwater well complete with pump just opposite our land and on the communal footpath that runs alongside us. So who could ask for more?
Well, obviously we did ask for more.
The problem with living in a house that is built into rock on the lower level is that you have to put up with the occasional indoor water feature appearing.
Thus, this morning when I went looking for milk in the fridge in the cave (cellar) I found a newly created stream running down the back wall and across the floor.
Anyone got a spare fishing rod?
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Oh dear, poor you. I've been there, and done that; it's not much fun. Hope it will stop raining soon.
I don't know whether you read Michael Wright's lovely column in The Telegraph, but in case not, here's this week's tale of the reality of living in a rural French farmhouse.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/global/main.jhtml?xml=/global/2007/12/08/noindex/pfolie108.xml
Sorry it's such a long link.
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