Fanfares of lilies at the door, Haydn inside and Michael smiling in his chef’s apron. Rabassière means ‘where truffles are found’ and epicurean dinners here are a must; wines from the neighbouring vineyard and a locally sculpted dancer grace the terrace table. Cookery classes using home-produced olive oil and advice on what to see and where to go, jogging companionship and airport pick-ups are all part of Michael’s unflagging hospitality. Michael was posted to France by a multi-national and on his retirement slipped into this lush corner of Provence. The proximity of the canal keeps everything green: revel in the well-tree’d park with its grassy olive grove, roses galore, lilies, jasmine, and white and blue wisteria. There’s a large library in English and French, and bedrooms and drawing room are comfortable in English country-house style: generous beds, erudite books, a tuned piano, fine etchings and oils, Provençal antiques. Come savour this charmingly generous house – and Michael’s homemade croissants and fig jam on the shady veranda.