It felt like forever since I’d been on a family holiday.
I travel lots of course, but family hols are different.
There’s something so special about going on an adventure with your closest loved ones. The people who know you the best and love you without reservations.
To be able to experience different cultures, new places, mishaps and new views with these people… well, isn’t that what life’s really about?
We didn’t go far! Choosing rural France over any far-flung-tropical island.
Packed up the car, stuffing it with things we didn’t need, and drove down through the glorious French countryside. We stopped off in restaurants along the way and finally arrived at the house, in the middle of nowhere, somewhere in the Lot Valley.
How to spend our first morning was an obvious choice, a market in a nearby village, perched on top of a hill.
Lauzerte is a typically pretty French village.
Cobbled streets, sandstone walls, painted shutters, and that inexplicably blue French sky.
There’s a little church, flooded with stained light.
And a market square, hidden through a maze of winding streets.
We descended like hungry locusts!
Having bought enough fruit, cheese, bread and veggies to feed the French army, the girls made a beeline for the baskets.
Well, we’d need something to carry all that food in, wouldn’t we?
We chatted and agonised over the perfect straw baskets, as the chaps rolled their eyes and yawned.
^ Dad being sold on the quality of the baskets.
We each chose our prize, and moved on for drinks and nibbles elsewhere.
Peeping into open windows to catch glimpses of village life.
And over walls to drink in the views.
We met a grand total of six Custard look-a-likes, and a handful of other cuties.
Stopped off for frosty drinks in the shade.
And mapped out future plans.
All overseen by the boss.
Just kidding, we all know Mum’s the boss!
We headed home for lunch and feasted on our market finds.
The perfect start to our countryside adventure in France!