After leaving Bernay we headed to Chailland where we’d booked into a chateau, La Sicorie, for a couple of nights. A lovely couple own this beautiful house and they have just two huge rooms they let as bed and breakfasts – home-made jams and yoghourts, fresh yummy coffee and gorgeous French bread. It’s always gorgeous when fresh, though leave it too long (like have a conversation on the way home from the bakery) and it becomes a baseball bat.
We stopped here to see our friend Luke who has bought and is renovating the old town hall, making it into a music studio. It promises to be an amazing space once finished. I hope it is a tremendous success once he has it up and running. He will have accommodation on the top floor too for visiting musicians. Such an exciting (ad)venture!
We then headed to Londigny to our friends Maxine and Michael who moved here about four years ago. They have renovated a fab property and garden, in the middle of nowhere (literally as they’ve only just been given a yet-to-be-sanctioned-by-the-Marie street name), and we stayed in their small and perfectly formed gîte. Their garden is a delight with comfy chairs and seating everywhere you look – just fabulous. And they are so happy. We had great fun, two days of laughter. We visited a lovely picturesque town called Verteuil, where I bought possibly the best ‘brioche’ loaf I’ve ever tasted from the Auberge Salon de Thé.
From here we headed further south to Mussidan, staying with Clive’s friends Yan and Sian, along with their four mad as badger, great fun canines. Very hot weather while we were here and alas Yan was working nights (he is given different driving schedules each week) so we didn’t see nearly enough of him. Had a good catch up with Sian and a restful couple of days.
We then veered from our originally planned route and headed to Carcassonne, booking an Airbnb flat about 2km walk from the old city, where we spent a whole day exploring, having an excellent lunch at a restaurant called L’Escargot (I had snails! Need to learn how to prepare them as my garden is full of the darned things).
And on to Andorra