Not for party animals! This secluded place is reached via a long, long winding drive: you arrive and the beauty of the place suffuses your soul. The word rouvière comes from the Patois for ‘oak’ and the hillsides are full of them. No hint of civilisation to be seen: just the slate roofs of an old farmhouse in the valley below. Come in May and June for the wild flowers, in autumn for the trees, in summer for buzzing bees, cicadas and birds. This is almost a hameau, with the lovely old house, the barns and the terraces on many levels. Living rooms drift into a terrace, there are two sofas, a fireplace, a round dining table, a polished floor; easy to make this one’s home. The kitchen with grey-painted cupboards is well set-up; bedrooms have pine bedsteads and beams (a secret double room lies beyond the terrace). There’s a spring-fed pool with spa jets and a hammock under a fig tree: gaze on vast views and dream. The owners live next door, leave you a basket of local apple juice, goat’s cheese and honey and create walking paths for exploring; the wonderful Saturday market in Les Vans is close by.