My love affair with France began aged 13 when my dad took my brothers and I camping in Brittany. After much pressure and cajoling he agreed to take us to Paris…ok he loved Paris too so I probably didn’t have to push him too hard, but I fell in love with France on that trip.
A few years later I got the opportunity to spend a year in Paris soaking up the culture. I was also lucky enough to spend time in Deauville in Normandy, Evian-les-Bains in the Haute Savoie and Cap d’Agde thanks to my parents also loving France enough to spend a couple of years there.
Later in life, married (to another francophile) with kids and living in the south east of England inevitably our holidays were spent in gites in Brittany. Then in between holidays we’d travel over to Boulogne-sur-Mer for lunch and our French fix.
But then we relocated to Western Australia and my French travel came to a halt. Going to Europe was too expensive. When my marriage broke down 6 years later things got even tighter financially. But I never gave up on my long time daydream that one day I would have my own cottage in France where I would sit and write and soak up the atmosphere.
So when I met Peter and he said, totally out of the blue, that one of his goals was to buy a house in France within the next few years, I knew he was the man for me.
That was Dec 2011…we haven’t got the house yet but we’ve had a few trips to France. A French property is definitely high on the agenda.
Watch this space …