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Who would have thought, twenty
years ago, when I was working as the secretary (affectionately known as
Top Tart!) to the senior partner of an international firm of chartered
accountants that I would one day swap my Jersey office environment for a
small village in the Auvergne region of deepest rural France?
A place where I
would learn to grow all my own vegetables, make jam, jellies and
liqueurs from my own fruit and make my own biscuits instead of buying
them from Marks & Spencer! Not me that’s for sure. My Friday nights
have changed from a boozy evening in the United Banks Rugby Club,
followed by the obligatory Chinese meal for 15, to a gentle barbeque
chez nous surrounded by 6 acres of peace, quiet and tranquillity!
After 7
years of living in Jersey in my early twenties, and after much heart and
soul searching, I finally left to return to England to buy a house with
my brother. Although I would have eventually qualified to buy a house
in Jersey in my own right, I felt that waiting for another 13 years to
gain the necessary residential qualifications, was
just too long to wait and so returned to the south east of England.
So how did
I get from the south east of England in 1985 to the middle of France in
1999? Simple enough – I met a man and fell in love! Steve had already
bought the house here in France before we met and I came on my first
holiday here in 1997. It was Easter and it was cold, cold, cold
and there
were cobwebs and spiders everywhere - no running hot water! Not t he
greatest of first impressions. However, after a few more holidays and
another couple of years into our relationship we decided, in 1999, to
chuck in our respective jobs in the UK – Steve had his own building
company and I was a Personnel Administrator in a Hospice. We came to
live here full time to renovate our large farmhouse and turn some
outbuildings into a Gite. Five years, and plenty of blood, sweat and
tears, on and we’ve completely finished our house, the Gite is up and
running and proving to be a great success and life here is good.
We are virtually self sufficient - growing our own vegetables - lead a very simple but
healthy life and enjoy it immensely.
It hasn’t
all been easy and I found it particularly hard socially and emotionally
for the first couple of years, particularly the winters. We knew
practically no-one, had no friends here and I spoke almost no French. I
remember with embarrassment during the first few months thanking our neighbours for a
"very pretty", instead of "nice" evening. As I write we have just spent
3 days with some French friends and have spoken
nothing but French the whole time – quite a change from those early
days.
There are
times, as anywhere, when we have our stresses and problems like anyone
but on the whole it’s a good life and we have no regrets about coming to
live here. We live in a beautiful area of France, very rural and very
French, and despite many happy memories of both Jersey and the UK I
wouldn’t change it for the world. #
Thank you to Teresa for
this article. Teresa and Steve's Gite in the Auvergne can be seen
by clicking here
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