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August 11th 2009
Published: August 11th 2009
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We’ve just made a big decision. To move. Those of you who’ve followed the saga of the major kitchen renovations, the painting, the new bathroom(s) and all the work in the courtyard, to name but a few, probably think we’re mad. If you’ve visited us here, you may understand better. The place is simply very big for two people, even 2 people who very much enjoy having visitors.

And yet….. I love the place. It’s no idyll, being in the middle of a faded small town long past the glory days when textiles brought industry and prosperity to the area.

Who in their right mind would want a house entered through the garage? Well, we did actually, seduced by the wonderful woodwork in the upstairs rooms, the atelier with its spacious sitting area above with views of the Pyrenees, the roof terrace, and best of all, the garden. OK, so the garden is a short walk from the house, but this means we’re unreachable when we’re there. Cut off from the telephone and all the rest, we can simply enjoy working the vegetable patch, gathering fruits in season, labouring mightily to keep the lierre in check, or simply being
Jan, Pat, and Maureen....remember this?Jan, Pat, and Maureen....remember this?Jan, Pat, and Maureen....remember this?

The hours spent scraping away at the dreadful blue flowered wallpaper , complete with pink splodges?
there, observing kites and buzzards wheeling overhead, or watching the diminishing snowline on the mountains as the climate warms through after winter.

As in the UK, the housing market is in the doldrums. We’re currently investigating French estate agents, and, just as in England, don’t have a very high opinion of them so far. For instance, although makeover programmes have reached French TV, they don’t seem to have had much of an impact. We shriek with laughter at the marketing photos we’ve seen on estate agency sites. Few people seem to tidy up, let alone de-clutter. Centre stage are untidy heaps of packing cases, brooms, dustpans and brushes, piles of washing awaiting sorting, tins of paint and cleaning rags. A friend’s personal favourite is of an iron on an ironing board, the room itself invisible. Mine however is one showing the corner of a room. All you can see are a few inches of pink wallpaper, a few inches of magenta tiling, and a single electric socket.

It’s likely that, as with most people, we’ll end up registering with half a dozen or so agents, but put our efforts into selling privately, through the bush telegraph system that works so effectively here. As soon as Antoine finds out we’re selling, there’ll be nobody in town who doesn’t know the news within hours.

But why not simply leave it to the agents? Well, here, it’s the buyer who pays the fees, and this means that the agent will add his commission, often as much as 9 percent, onto the selling price. Unsurprisingly then, the French are astute enough to seek out private sales, and save themselves several thousand euros in the process.

Still, luckily, we’re in no hurry. This house is still somewhere we feel very happy to live, and probably very sad to leave when the day comes. Let’s hope we can find somewhere near at hand, where we can continue to feel very much at home.

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We'll miss simply relaxing on the first floor of the atelier....We'll miss simply relaxing on the first floor of the atelier....
We'll miss simply relaxing on the first floor of the atelier....

.... looking out over the town, and beyond to the Pyrenees
Looking down from the roof terrace...Looking down from the roof terrace...
Looking down from the roof terrace...

...down to the courtyard and atelier below
It wasn't sunnny yesterday, butIt wasn't sunnny yesterday, but
It wasn't sunnny yesterday, but

... it was still lovely to spend time in the garden, gathering pears and plums
Sunsets seen from the roof terrace.Sunsets seen from the roof terrace.
Sunsets seen from the roof terrace.

A good way to end the day

11th August 2009

Hi y'all and g'day from australia where Asher and I are having a 7 week break at my mum's home in Queensland. I can well understand the rationale behind the decision to move but I imagine it must have taken some soul searching? It looks wonderful and the locale seems perfect - sitting in the garden with fruit trees and watching the sun set sounds pretty hard to beat. Hope you are all keeping well, best wishes and love to you all from Yola's mum, Yola and Asher x

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