'Life in the Pink' indeed!
We wandered along all 50 miles of the invasion beaches yesterday, including a place near and dear to me where the 13th Battalion Parachute Regiment (Mostly Liverpool lads) My old mob, landed at Ranville. I'll write more in a separate post about that and the "Beaches"
It was a long and surprisingly an emotional day so once away from the area we looked for a Chambres D'hote (That's B&B for the uninitiated) for the night. Saw a sign pointing down a country lane so we turned into it. Then just up the road turned into the half mile long driveway to the "Chateaux" a big, old circa 1700 working farm.
Getting to the door we were wandering if it was the right place, it looked pretty run down. So being the man of the party I immediately sent Sharon to the door to ask to see the rooms and the price....Well she is the one who speaks that incomprehensible language, although I am getting better but don't tell her.
Anyway when she came out and said that she'd booked it I wondered it I'd done the right thing sending her..... But!!!
It turned out to be something special. Old worn and classy, the old oak floors were well worn but well pollished. the decorating was period and well done and the bathroom had been newly done without losing the charm. a few dipsies in the tile floor added to aura.
Our room is the one right over the front door, with the wide open window and here's the view from it.
The half mile driveway.
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