I think it would not be too grandiose to suggest that Nick and I are at the beginning of a new era. Our French house has finally come through the mill and is ready to be re-ordered and occupied. We crossed in windy conditions but slept on the Condor ferry after rising at 5 a.m. We arrived at St V and unloaded the car, then set to work. We moved the sofas back to their places beside the new wood-burning stove with its limestone fireplace. Whilst I made up beds to await family arrivals, Nick replaced the curtain poles and curtains in the salon-sejour. Bit by bit, bits of furniture were sited. I cut flowers from the garden and filled two vases – a very pleasurable task. We shared three fruits at lunch-time; the first off the fig, Victoria plum and peach trees.
During the next couple of days we will slowly dust off belongings and arrange them. Nick is after a more restrained approach to surface-covering. I’ll do my best. I have a useful outlet for unwanted objects which makes decluttering less difficult. Remaking our French home is a task to be savoured.