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I’m a storyteller.  I tell stories of my home in France.  To be exact in le Cantal, between the two great mountain ranges of the Massif Central – Les Monts de Cantal and Le Massif de Sancy which dominate the Auvergne region. I tell of my travels, of the people I meet, of their lives, of their animals and of the land.  The stories are all real so all I actually do is observe and translate.  My role is l’étrangère fitting in and trying to merge into the background like David Attenborough so as not to startle but rather to witness reality.  Not journalistically, you understand.  I binned the idea of being a journo back in 1980 when as a higher muck-a-muck PA on The Daily Telegraph with delusions of being a reporter it was pointed out to me that I needed to cut my teeth with the rest doing flower shows and funerals for the Toadswallop Gazette or the Blubberhouses Evening Post …. being a gal-about-town on a fast-track to greatness I quickly moved on from THAT idea.   More like a mediaeval raconteur.  Without the lute or the mismatched tights.

When I started this blog it was to give me a space to write those stories.   Over time, things inevitably develop and alter.  I published my first book in France, ‘Russians Love Their Children Too’, in early 2015 .  And, if all goes to plan which in my experience it seldom does,  the next will be in print in the next 12 months.  So the stories are being hoovered up for the books and the blog takes up the slack and provides me a place to be fairly formless – mostly it is a sort of ‘Eat Pray Love’ meets Gertrude Stein on the set of ‘A Year in Provence’ with the cast of ‘Allo Allo’ skulking and bickering in the background … sometimes you can expect food (often prepared for one because I often face the challenge of cooking just for me which is far harder than feeding the 5,000 ever was), at least one photographic post with lyrical or poetic commentary, a bit about buying houses in France and renovating them which are hot topics in world of me, a random spritz of the actuality of  living in a Foreign land by yourself with no buoyancy aids in a place where no-one speaks your native tongue and you speak theirs ‘comme une vache Espagnole’ and occasionally something about the realities of loving across 3,000 miles of Ocean.    I will still spin a story or two  your way – old habits die hard  …. now there’s an idea – let’s morph Maria von Trapp  with Bruce Willis.  By George!  I think she’s got it!

So welcome!  Let the feast commence.  You can find a little more about me here

One thing though.  Photographs.   I only use my own (occasionally those taken by friends and family when they are with me and always credited).  I don’t use stock photographs however tempting it might be to gussy the blog up with a fantastic professional picture that is vaguely in context.  Good, bad or indifferent I prefer authenticity.

A little PS:  For the next few months I am living in Grenoble the city known  variously as the gateway to or the capital of the Alps.  It’s a marvellous opportunity to dunk self in a steaming cup of urban French life and I aim to sashay elegantly and effortlessly or at least to  be more hip than hick … the success or failure of this tenure will be chronicled here for posterity.

Words and photographs are Copyright © Osyth and may not be reproduced without my permission, which I am happy to grant for non-commercial purposes, provided I am credited as the writer and or photographer, with a link to this blog.  To discuss commercial rates use the contact information in the footer.



265 Comments Post a comment
  1. Great post! Thanks.

    Liked by 2 people

    May 3, 2017
    • Thank you Lana … how kind of you to take the time to drop by and comment. I hope I shall see more of you 😊


      May 4, 2017
    • am much enjoying this too 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

      May 21, 2017
  2. Lovely words. Lovely photos.

    Liked by 1 person

    June 18, 2017
    • YOu are very kind the wonderer …. and welcome – I do hope you will enjoy being part of my half-baked world 😊


      June 18, 2017
  3. Hi Osyth i love this post..the photos are visually stunning. I longed to live in places like that. Sometimes i would joke that i was born and live somewhere else in my past life.
    The story of the nuns you mentioned touched me too. I have really good friend who is a nun..and my eldest has.always talk to me about her desire of entering the convent..
    Its really amazing how someone from the other side of the world would have similar connectiona with me…Amazing!!!

    Liked by 1 person

    June 22, 2017
    • I am in awe of this connection. So many things we don’t understand in this life but strive to. That is where the Nuns and the Monks come in, I think. If your daughter has the calling then I hope she will be able to follow it. And your friend? I am in awe of her. Truly.


      June 22, 2017
      • My freind has been in the convent for so long..she actually has made her perpetual vow daughther on the other hand has joined several vocation camps which helped her discern soon as she finish college which is in a few more months she will try to ” search in”..

        Liked by 1 person

        June 22, 2017
      • She will find the path that suits her if she is open and I am sure she is 🙂

        Liked by 1 person

        June 22, 2017

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