So with great reluctance and a lot of sadness, we have put our lovely home in France on the market. I told our friends and neighbours last week and was reduced to tears by how sad they were to hear the news. We can still just about cope with the large house, guest cottage, twenty-six vegetable beds, barn, greenhouse and half-acre of land, but it is getting harder every year. We know that the housing market here is very bad and it is likely to take at least two years to sell, but we felt that we had to make a start. At the moment we are wrestling with how to sell several thousand books (drag them all back to England) and how to clear out all the stuff we have accumulated in ten years.
Our plans are flexible and probably involve something small in England near our daughter and something else small in France (which we still love) or Spain in order to see more of our son and his family.
Wish us luck, it is very scary!
