The Languedoc as viewed through a purple haze

Some people with a warped sense of humour might unkindly suggest that I view life through rose tinted specs and I am the first to admit it might sometimes appear that way. However today I have most definitely viewed it through a purple haze of lavender whilst, I might add, lying flat on my back gazing up at a clear blue sky and wriggling most comfortably on a steamer and being gently soothed by birdsong and the hot sun.

The next batch of 'oh so lucky guests' are due to arrive on Wednesday morning so I am availing myself of the excellent facilities, and why not indeed ? what is the point of working like a donkey if you can't have a large bite of the carrot occasionally or a dip in the salt pool which was a most pleasant 78 degrees today.

The Small Cross One has taken over Le Chateau for the evening after an afternoon spent shopping in Carcassonne and there are shrieks of laughter emanating from the large bedroom they have set up camp in. They have promised, sworn even, to help me prepare for tomorrow's Vide Grenier here in Lasserre de Prouille because as you might imagine I simply have not had the time to go rummaging about in dark attics at the top of the house.

It's a funny thing too how other people view us when they read our musings. Why only today I was told I was nothing like my writing when viewed in person which I find intriguing.

There is only one way to find out though whether I tease and flirt with your imagination as I lead you down the garden path to The South of France and eventually to Le Chateau.

Come and stay or even better drop by and see me on my stall tomorrow. You can't miss me. I'm the one exuding elegance and style. Naturally.