Let the willows weep over the village pond; you go through the high gate into a sheltered paradise. The prettiest rooms have masses of old pieces, dolls, books, pictures to intrigue you, a chirruping garden with two rescue dogs to play with and the most caring hostess to provide an exceptional brunch. Have dinner too if you can (Catherine teaches cookery and sources locally: it’s delicious). The miniature garden house is a lovers’ dream: tiny salon downstairs, bedroom sporting superb bath up. Fulsome towels, extras of all sorts: charming, chatty Catherine thinks of everything.
The welcome we received immediately dispelled the gloom bought on by rain on the first day of our holiday. This was supposed to be a sun-drenched escape from a rain-filled UK 'summer'. Our host, another guest (who stays regularly - and why wouldn't you?), my husband and I shared a magical evening of lovely food and drink, jolly conversation that mixed our dreadful French and their great English, and so much laughter. Such generosity. Thank you.