I’m a storyteller. I tell stories of my home in France. Exactly and precisely this minute and for the next few months I am in New England but home is really 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 Bartchester Mercury …. 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 the next will be in print in the next year. So the stories are being hoovered up for the books and the blog needs to take on an altered face. Hey presto! Renamed it is now a little more lifestyle – a little more ‘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 … each week you can expect some food (often prepared for one because I face the daily 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 – Maria von Trapp morphs 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! 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.
I am trying to discipline my inner metronome to blog twice each week …. some weeks I do much more some weeks I only do that but you can tune in to that cadence with some confidence.
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