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Saturday, 11 October 2014
Wot; no 'Mon Repos'?
These are the names of my parents' 6 houses from my birth to their demise.
And finally Ash Grove (below, where my parents retired, and sadly died).
My own homes have had less 'personal' names, other than the first.
Orchard House (Wales)
Rue St Georges
Peyrot (below, where we now live).
French country houses don't usually have names as such, just 'settlement' names. If there are five houses all in the same tiny hamlet, they're all called by the name of the hamlet (le lieu dit); it's up to the postman (or any other caller) to know who lives where.
If, in France, you should see a cast iron house sign like 'Rose Cottage' above (but in French), it's more than likely the home of a Brit.
p.s. Our first house here (Pagot) had a reasonable size copse of very productive grafted Chestnut trees. My late father christened the house 'The Nut House'; I wonder why? We did consider calling our present home La Taupinière, but that's another story.
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The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
This is a daily, optimistic, 'photos and comments' blog. I make no judgements (only occasionally), just notes. If you wish to comment in any way at all, please feel free. Everything and everyone (except the obdurate and dictatorial) is very welcome.
I was born just south of London, but for the past 46 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away; we also have a Border Collie called Billy. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!