Here we are, in another quirky 200 year old mas. Our first one was not available, and this one is further from town, 6 km but a quick run, and also has lots of aspects to love. We’re in a hamlet (I could eat that word) down a tiny lane set in peach fields, a row of attached stone homes with colourful shutters, like a French painting. Mimosa trees, fig trees, various blossoms, there is even a pomegranate tree dripping fruit on to the parking area. Peaceful, spacious, and breezy. There is a school bus stop AND a patisserie selling croissants and baguettes 3 evenings per week at the end of our lane, it’s almost over doing it a bit.
The living room is an enormous 18 foot old redone hay loft, with one of the enormous walls made of stone, an ancient fireplace, and comfortable sofas. There are two french doors off of it leading to both the terrace with outdoor dining table and the balcony with views to the hills and Canigou. The landing was once the kitchen, and today an ancient large bread oven still sits in the corner opposite the tiny door that leads to Kate’s room, the hobbit hole. In her room, stone walls and a window with a wide ledge, blue shutters framed by ivy, and a working stone sink where she brushes her teeth.
Bread oven in the corner? … or (menacingly): time out hole?
Terrace for meals and lizard spotting.
On the top floor the shower leaks, which caused screeches from the hobbit hole as Kate dashed around placing little cups under the drips above her bed, and beside the shower a tiny room with just enough room for wobbly bunk beds and a skylight, that Claire has made her castle. Beside Claire’s room is the large stone walled master, yet more warm stone walls, and large flagstones on the floor with paw prints in them from long ago. Back down about 30 steps to the main floor there is fortunately another bathroom with a huge claw foot tub and shower, which during our tour the owner, a cheerful older Brit, explained with hands gesturing that sometimes people claimed it leaked but in fact it was just the water sloshing about by the bather. I could see Tris’s expression settle into a skeptical frown as he took in this explanation. Indeed we watched water squirt out the pipe onto the floor during Claire’s bath. And finally, there was a farm kitchen with an enormous table for homework, and a room off the kitchen where Jordan has set himself up.
With an aga for a heat source … extra points if you know what an aga is!
In the yard there is petanque, a form of boules, and then a big enclosed pool area and soccer field behind it and the clothes line. It feels completely French. We are only here til Christmas since we felt it would be cold through the winter. By then we may have even figured out the aga. And probably found.. another 200 year old farmhouse?
The car, squashing pomegranates willy nilly.