I was recently looking at the online details of a rather nice big old Normandy Manor House that's for sale. It was a spectacular building with plenty of outbuildings and land, and of course a wonderful half-timbered exterior. Like all such homes, it was also very cheap.
However, the one thing that attracted my attention was the kitchen (that small yellowy corner above).
On rainy afternoons we often watch a TV house finding programme, where, almost without exception, the wife wants an EXTRA-LARGE KITCHEN-DINER in which to re-heat her Sainsbury's ready-meal.
So often this same wife (excuse my sexism) will visit vast kitchens and declare them FAR TOO SMALL; which I always see as a sign that she obviously doesn't cook.
The kitchen of the beautiful Normandy home (above) is like so many that one finds in France; very basic and tiny, but perfectly adequate to provide wonderful meals at the drop of a hat.
The kitchen in our village Chateau was even more basic, and my friend L who lived there was a wonderful cook; proving I suppose that it's not size that matters, but skill.
But you knew that; didn't you!