I'm a fish watchers wife.......

Life has taken on a slow pace, our days are slowly drifting into one another, and we couldn't be happier. We want for nothing, we have everything we need, food, wine, a warm bed and each other.  We have travelled through the countryside, watching spring slowly turn the trees from twisted bare branches covered in moss to branches ladened with buds of pale green foliage  just waiting for the chance to burst into life, deer can be seen just on the edge of the woods in the clearings, often with a young fawn by their sides nibbling on the fresh new grass.  

Many of our days are spent walking up and over the cliffs, the air is clean and fresh, we barely come across another person, we have the whole place to ourselves.  The view from the very top is absolutely breathtaking, you can see for miles and miles in every direction.  Hidden amongst the trees treasure can be found, like the huts made out of stone.  Stones have been placed one on top of the other, no mortar holding each one together, just an amazing feat of engineering, the roof slowly forms a circle, you can only image how the very last stone was put into place without the whole structure collapsing like a house made out of cards.

After a long walk through the forest, we spend the end of the afternoon sitting on the wall just outside the door of Maison du Cele with a glass of our new favourite tipple Fenelon, a liquor of black current and walnut served over ice.  The river is running very quickly after the winters rain,  fish can be seen trying to swim upstream but it would appear in vain  as a moment of relaxation sends them a few metres back down river to start the process all over again.  Fish watching has become Ian’s method of relaxation he can happily spend an hour watching the river flowing by, today we have a contingent of ducks also trying to keep themselves from drifting too far down stream.  A simple pleasure that we most certainly wouldn't appreciate back in Australia, the saying 'take time to smell the roses' really seems to resonate here.