Isn’t it funny how one thing leads to another, and how an organised event can turn into something quite unplanned? Take last weekend for example the girls were all taking part in the Rochefort 7kms run in aid of Breast Cancer. It was for ladies only and limited to the first 6000 entries. We imagined chaos, obviously with huge crowds of more than 10,000, runners and spectators. Parking would surely be a problem; we planned to leave super early and get there well ahead of schedule, that alone is a rare feat for us!
But I had not taken into account that the French do organisation extremely well. Extra parking made life so simple that there wasn’t even a queue. Rochefort was packed but somehow it felt just fine, there was space to move and the atmosphere was electric. Music was playing loudly and a DJ was getting everyone motivated; there was a 20 minute warm-up, with fast upbeat exercises – rather like a fitness class as 6000 pink t-shirts filled the Place Colbert in the town centre.
The fountain water turned pink and then they were off.
I cycle, I ski, I play tennis, I walk for miles but I am not a runner; however I felt a pang of regret as I would so loved to have been doing this. In fact I more than half-heartedly said I would take up running to do this next year alongside my girls. But for this year I walked the course, and it took me to parts of Rochefort that I had only ever before driven through by car. Places I thought I knew quite well, but as we all know what one sees when travelling at motoring speed is quite different to the view on foot.
The balconies alone were enough to get my heart beating just a little faster
This wonderful tiny terraced house looked as if it could be unimaginably pretty inside
and what about this grand old dame?
There were apartments that I imagined abounded with original details in the well proportioned high ceilinged rooms. Just the front doors were enough to set my imagination running wild.
But flip the coin and there was the other side. The abandoned properties. Incredible architecture from the 1700’s now standing forlorn and unwanted.
I know the arguments only too well. These wonderfully regal beauties cost a small fortune to renovate and then continue to be vast money pits to run. A modern home has the latest insulation, double glazing, underfloor heating, low emissions and low running costs. Relics of the past are quite the opposite, they tend to be drafty and cold in places, they cost an arm and a leg to heat and the monthly bills are enough to make even the hardest person’s eyes water. But aren’t they so worth it.
The history, the nostalgia, the elegance of a bygone era?
Our cycle rides and walks take us through villages and open countryside. It’s always a time to reflect and appreciate what nature has to offer. There is beauty to be found everywhere if one opens ones eyes and looks.
My daily school run in the car is never dull. The outgoing journey is always enlightening, we take two neighbouring boys in the car with us each day, best friends of our children, the conversation is infectious, it is humorous and fascinating and it is NEVER dull. My return journey is by contrast usually a time of reflection with a skyline that has most likely not changed that much for centuries.
I pass through the same village every day, the house by the river where the windows are flung open rain or shine. The church, enormous for a community of less than 600 people
and this little cottage. Yesterday was the first time in over four years that I have ever seen the shutters open and the glass of the windows on display. Someone has either moved in or is here to stay for a while.
Perhaps meeting this old versus new problem somewhere in the middle would be the perfect solution. I’ve always had my eye on a pigeonnier. I dream of having one in the bottom of our garden; alas it is just that, a fantasy, because we don’t have one. But imagine if we did. Just like the one I spotted whilst taking a stroll through a nearby town. I was killing time, waiting for one of the girls and as the sun was shining and by chance I happened to have the camera in the car I decided to go exploring.
Imagine, it would be small and the circular walls would certainly be a challenge. But for a holiday home for two, or with a tiny extension, enough for a family of four. Modern technology on the inside combined with antique furnishing and vintage accessories. I dream on, perhaps one day!
Daydreaming is great fun after all, it costs nothing and does no harm! Which reminds me (I have to ask as I have been doing a lot of thinking) – do you like these slightly long, wordy and photo-heavy posts once a week or would you prefer something shorter, less photos, more of a diary which I would post three or four times a week, because being much shorter with less visuals would mean I could do this far more regularly. It’s just a thought and it is over to you, your choice. So please do let me know what you want, and whilst you are pondering that, imagine what you could do with this charming home.
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Now that’s certainly given you plenty to think about for the weekend and I look forward to hearing your thoughts about the blog, so we can all move forward or remain the same together. Which leaves me with nothing else to say except Bon Week-end. xx