touches someone or something
and leaves impressions.
A warm thankyou to a favourite, and beautifully creative blogger,
A Wayward Scribblez, who nominated me for the Creative Blogger Award. I respectively pass on this award to other bloggers I follow who are also superbly creative. They are:
The rules are; to thank the person who nominated you, and give a link to their blog. Share five facts about yourself. Nominate other bloggers that you find creative, and inform them. Include these rules in your post.
Our house (in place of five facts)
We have lived in rural, southwest France for ten years now. We moved here because we fell in love with the undulating landscape of pasture, vineyard and forest.And time seems to have stopped still for several centuries. Beautiful romanesque churches grace each village. The houses are mostly built in stone, with clay tile roofs, and large open fireplaces. Our house was built in 1860, and is called ‘Laborde’, which means ‘small farm’ in the old language, of L’Occitan.
It was built in the style of that time, with three walk through rooms . The first was used to welcome visiting wine buyers, and has an open fireplace. The second was a bedroom, the third, a living/kitchen room, with another chimney for a stove. The front door was tall and wide, with large stone steps leading up to the knocker. Sadly, we were obliged to replace the original old oak door because it gaped, and let in the wind and cold.
These living rooms were built over a cellar, that leads out onto the road, that goes down to the village. In this cellar, the old ones made, and barrelled wine. Today the space is cluttered with several large, old oak barrels, a nineteenth century wine press, and a twentieth century concrete cuve. A spiral staircase, now collapsed, leads up to a trap door opening to the rooms above. A large arched doorway allowed space for loading carts.
Fifty or so years later, an extension was built, we think for the workers. The room has a beautiful stone sink under an arched window, and another open fireplace. We live, cook, eat and socialise in this kitchen. The older rooms have become bedrooms.
Outside, just beyond our garden, there were two hectares of vineyard that once belonged to the owners of this house. One is now our meadow, the other a vineyard still. Traditionally, the first row of grapevine was offered to the house occupants, and we are happy to continue the habit of helping ourselves, each harvest, to the three types of edible grape it grows.