Thursday 21 November 2013

Arriving in France

On Our Way
November 16th 2013, at last the day had arrived and we loaded the cats in the car and headed off to Le Shuttle to start our new life in France.
It had been a long haul since 6th September when we moved out of "Melrose" and trundled down to Folkestone to spend the weekend at our son and his girlfriends flat, the first of many temporary homes we would have over the next period of weeks.
I cannot over emphasize the debt we owe these wonderful people who put up with our moans, moods and my guitar "playing". We couldn't have done it without their generosity. We thank them dearly.
At present we are exactly one week away from taking possession of our new house. We have rented a very comfortable gite just outside Meneac, a village which is about fifteen minutes drive from La Trinite Porhoet, our village. The owners Peter and Karen are very nice people, inviting us to dinner on our first night, and a mine of useful information. 
The house insurance is now in place after our appointment with the wonderfully named Monsieur Phillippe Cool, so we now have all we need before next Wednesdays meeting with the Notaire to collect the keys. Tomorrow we collect our live box so we should have broadband and phone as soon as we move in.
Any Wishes

Our Gite






 We have a house sale to attend this coming Saturday, where we might find something of use for a reasonable price. Also on Monday we're going to meet up with Howard, the really nice man we met in August, as he has a friend who is moving back to the Uk and has some furniture to sell. We actually viewed this house back in the summer and it has some really nice bits and pieces, so if the price is right we may find our dining table quicker than we thought.
Today we met the present owner of our house so he can put us in the know on how the heating works, what switch does what etc; wrong. It was quite strange how little he actually knew about his own house. When asked if the side door opened ok the reply was "yes if I knew where the key was". We then said that we thought we had some mail in his mail box and may we have it the reply was "yes if I knew where the key was". I was also slightly surprised to see he was having a bonfire in the centre of what was a fairly nice lawn. Oh well I'm sure it'll grow back.
He was in fact very pleasant and again very helpful. The tools he is leaving behind will save me a fortune alone and many of the other things we may be able to sell at the local brocante.
So we are going to treat the remainder of the time until we get the keys as a mini holiday, because I can see there will be plenty to keep us busy between then and the spring.

Bonjour Peeps!