It’s outrageous and ridiculous to maintain, I know, considering we’re suffering from what our prime minister Elisabeth Borne proclaims to be a historic drought crisis, but I still, with all my heart, dare persevere that at our Les Pierres beauty will never take a backseat.
What’s even more outrageous and ridiculous is me typing these words while our gardener is tidying the yard and his wife is cleaning the cottage.
We call our home a writer’s retreat. This makes us truly privileged, indeed.