I’m in Corsica!
A very last minute trip booked all of 24 hours in advance… my man and I escaped and hopped on a plane over to the little French island.
Corsica is the first holiday I remember as a child, it’s where I learned to swim and I’ve always longed to return since. I must have been about 4 years old so I don’t remember much, just that the sand burned my feet and we swam under waterfalls and in natural pools as clear as glass.
What more could you possibly ask for?
After a painfully early start we arrived at lunch time, drove into the mountains to find our villa and quickly made ourselves very much at home.
Step on in and allow me to give you the whistle stop tour!
The very pretty little French kitchen…
Pictures really don’t do it justice and interiors photography is really not my strong suit!
But here’s the perfectly simple sitting room complete with deeply seductive hardwood floors anyway…
And of course, our bedroom.
I’ll show you the rest some other time, but upon arrival all we wanted to do was get to the pool!
A beautiful, glittering gem cut into the stone and surrounded by white linen sunbeds.
And we arrived just in time to fish this little chap out of the water.
Which was lucky because he’s a marvellous conversationalist (or perhaps he would be if my French were a little better).
Having recovered from the shock he skittered away and we bid each other a fond adieu.
There are very few better feelings in this world than the first dip of your feet into a cool pool at the start of your holiday.
The rest of your trip stretches out in front of you like the most extravagant of banquet tables, piled high with all of your favourites.
All you can do is fantasise about how it’s all going to taste, which you’ll try first and how truly satisfied you’ll feel at the end.
Or I do anyway.
Pandora do make the most wonderful summer holiday jewels. No need to worry about getting them wet, or be precious about wearing them on the beach. They’re not flash or ostentatious, just beautiful pieces that make a swimsuit, jean shorts or a little summer dress feel that little bit more special.
And I’m not just saying that as an ambassador, they really are some of my “must pack” pieces.
With my kindle on charge we raided the little library.
Piling myself high with French architecture books and making for the sunbeds.
Eau yes, what a way to spend a day!
Sorry, couldn’t resist.
I really eau’t to know better…
Later in the afternoon we snacked on local fruit & cheeses, drinking our fair share of local pink.
Played a couple hands of cards and explored the terraced gardens, bursting with late summer roses and trees heavy with sun-warmed fruit.
Relishing the dry heat and sing-song hum of cicadas.
Having eased into our last minute adventure, we decided to be really very grown up.
And spend the remainder of the afternoon on intellectual and important pursuits.
Look, the day I get so grown up that I don’t want to float around on a rose gold flamingo will be a very sad day indeed.
I can’t see that day coming any time soon!
More Corsican adventures on Monday, as long as the wifi works.
Oh, and I’ll share the link to book our villa once we’ve gone home again. Check back here then for the details. In the meantime any island tips are gratefully received!
Update: You can book the villa online here, and I can’t recommend the place or the lovely owner enough!