Hello, and welcome to the website of Les Lamas de l’Aubaine. If you have come to this site via a link on our House for Sale website, this post will hopefully explain a little about how you might navigate this site and find posts that will be of interest to you as a potential heir to the Blanchetière dream.
Simon and I started the blog way back in 2008, after we had given up our jobs to pursue our dream of living the Good Life in France. The blog archives are listed in date order in a column on the right of this page, below the Calendar. The entries from February 2008 to April 2009 chronicle our thoughts and experiences during our first year of living in France in Roquetaillade, in the Aude, along with the process by which we ended up moving to Saint Sornin, in the Allier.
The entries from April 2009 to November 2011 cover the period when we were both fully engaged in the Blanchetière experience, before The Call of the Grandchildren persuaded me that a return to Derby was on the cards – for me, at least. This was a busy time for us, and a busy time for the blog – so there are many posts (and pictures) in this period about our house, our land, our animals, and the ups and downs (but mostly ups) of our life at Blanchetière.
And this post which I wrote in April 2012 goes some way to explain why it has taken us until now to decide to actually, really, REALLY sell the house.
However, if you have come to this site as a returner, who enjoyed our stories in the past, and still occasionally check the site on the off-chance that something new might have been written, rest assured that this is not the end of our story. In the time-honoured fashion of llamadharma writing, I feel a quote coming on….
“October knew, of course, that the action of turning a page, of ending a chapter or of shutting a book, did not end a tale. Having admitted that, he would also avow that happy endings were never difficult to find: “It is simply a matter,” he explained to April, “of finding a sunny place in a garden, where the light is golden and the grass is soft; somewhere to rest, to stop reading, and to be content.”
― Neil Gaiman, Season of Mists