Au revoir Oxford Road. Bienvenue Le Sauvage!

After a rather stressful few days in the 'ding, Raffers and I finally made it to our new home in the tiny hamlet of Le Sauvage. With Aged P (Mike) in tow, we arrived (a bit frazzled) on Saturday afternoon at Le Ruisseau Perdu (The Lost Brook).
Waiting for us at the house was the owner, Alison, with a basket of fresh organically grown fruit and veg from her garden, eggs from her chickens, and delicious walnuts...you guessed it - from her own walnut trees! Felicity Kendell eat your heart out! Mmmmm I can see myself doing this I thought. Perhaps more Ma Larkin than Kendell.
As Aged P and I surveyed our new surroundings, it was hard not to feel ever so slightly overwhelmed with joy considering where I had become accustomed to living these last 6 months. Cambridge Street, affectionately known as the Polish Quarter (to make it sound remotely exotic if nothing else), will always have a place in my heart. Rows of terrace houses, no parking, shopping trolleys lying haphazedly in the road, mattresses outside front doors, litter, beer cans, and lets not forget the piece de resistence, the local working girls using our drive-way as a knocking shop. Oh yes, its truly wonderful to wake up on a Sunday morning to find used condoms lying beneath your car. How disappointing to be making sweet la moo over a 1.2 Corsa. I'm more of a BMW girl myself. Mind you at least they are being responsible!
No chance of this in Le Sauvage however. Only glorious sunshine, honey coloured stoned farmhouses, the donkey in the neighbouring field, and sheer, unadulterated, silence.
I wonder how long it will take until I get bored...??? I know you are all thinking it ;o)