Day Three

P: Well we survived Chateau Rodie and awoke to the most amazing misty view from our room? We had an lovely breakfast in a very grand banqueting hall, Kev even toasted his own bread on the roaring open fire. The day was a lot less entertaining, sadly, if just as tiring. The sun blessed us with its presence all day and the mercury managed a balmy 21 degrees at one point. It was so nice to raise our pale faces to Le soleil, Kev now has a slightly redish forehead.
K: I was over the moon to have survived the night at the eerie chateau, and to have escaped without meeting the bolshy father (turns out he’s half Welsh, which explains a lot).
Our first meeting was in the most beautiful vine-surrounded village called Floressas with Tracy, who took us on an impromptu viewing with one if her clients she bumped into. Great view, but average house and overpriced I think. Next she took us to our reference 13. It was one of my more promising prospects, but it failed miserably. I truly think this could have been Tracy’s “heart-dropper”, but to give her dues, she stayed spritely and positive throughout. After leaving her, we saw two private sales advertised, and one may turn out to be a possibility.
We whizzed off to meet our lovely Jenny from January (no, she’s not a pin-up) who showed us references 2 & 38. Phill actually offered to drive, but it lasted all of 3 metres before he chickened out, and we had to swap back (P – bloody cheek, the car was manual gear and I’ve not driven manual for ages). Both properties have potential, but are dreadfully overpriced. Phill was making all the right noises about the second (P- it was amazing very bohemian lots of unusual spaces and hidden gardens and the possibility of a fantastic studio space/shop) – I thought he was just being polite, so I joined in, only to find that he actually loved it and I didn’t! He wasn’t happy at my perceived deception (not deliberate), and it has led to our first spat of the trip.
We arrived slightly early for our next appointment, at 1pm. We wandered about the village of Beauville for a while before passing the office/home of the next agent, and heard him laughing in his garden. When we knocked his door at 1250, his wife answered to say that he was out and would be back at 1. The lies didn’t endear us to Carl – that and his Bermuda linen suit, coiffured grey hair and moustache. Hence, we weren’t expecting much from the next viewing (ref 23). How wrong though! It’s little surprises like this which make the trip worthwhile. A great little ensemble of dwellings, at a great price, overlooking at 16th century church. We’re going back to see it on Saturday.
P – Our next appointment was in the Lauzerte which is listed as one of the most beautiful villages in France, mmmm it is really lovely but I wouldn’t go ga ga over it. Anyway we were due to meet Marie Hellene at 3pm outside her agency, no one showed up, we managed to find a contact number and called her to be greeted with “Oh I forgot” not a very promising start. 10 minutes later she turned up without much of an apology and sped us off up a hillside to see the property, which I may say from a distance ticked lots of boxes. After screeching up the virtually vertical driveway in first gear we were greeted by a really pretty house with a breathtaking view of the the valley below. Unfortunately the house and outbuildings didn’t really match up to the view and more worryingly she had to admit to us that there had been termites in the property, which I have read in many of my French books is a major disaster and I signal not to touch it with a barge pole. A big sigh from me as I do love a hillside view, must be my Welsh upbringing.
Off to Cazes-mondenard and at last a village with open shops hooray (most of France shuts down on a Wednesday afternoon). The village looked lovely is especially loved the gaggle of ladies gossiping outside the only boutique in the village. We brought some pasteurise and a coffee of a very friendly baker who once he new we were he to view a house tried to sell us another two in the village, in fact apparently everything is for sale at the right price.
We sat soaking up the afternoon sunshine waiting for our agent observing the workings of the village and thinking this feels like a great place and maybe we would fit in here, that was confirmed on the arrival of Liz our agent, probably the daughter of Dame Clare Balding. A vision in black with a John Wane swagger but the politeness of Dorris Day.
Off we swagged to see the oldest house in the village. Situated on the outskirts and with a fabulous garden views of the rolling hills, and one big white apple storage hanger, which I was happy to overlook but made Kev frown. The house and outbuildings are amazing and offer huge potential but need lots of money spent on them but with investment would I’m sure provide us with a fabulous home, business and from what Liz (our agent) tells us a great community, with lots of Fetes led by the 88 year old Mayor.
Anyway Kevs frowns aside we are going back for a second viewing on Saturday.

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  1. Marj

    Glad you survived the Rocky Horror Chateau! Enjoying your travels. Xxx

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