The deep-country house in the pretty village brims with new chintz and old beams. Bedrooms dressed in ivory and white have quilted bedcovers and scatter cushions; sprays of artificial flowers brighten nooks and crannies; and there’s a bathroom behind a curtain.
Little English is spoken but the welcome is so endearing, the generosity so genuine, the food so delicious, that communication is easy. You’ll breakfast in the salon around one big table – dig into homemade jams and raspberry compote, smoked ham, cheese, local honey, breads and pastries. You’re welcome to cook for yourselves too; picnic in the garden when it’s sunny.
Just a few cows on the farm, and the odd tractor passing, but the vegetable garden is handsome and much of the produce ends up on your (delightfully antique) plate. Take slow living seriously and reconnect with nature – go for hikes from the doorsteps, bike to nearby villages and discover off-the-beaten-track France.