Buy end of term teacher’s gifts. Check
Attend speech day for J. Check
Attend speech day for E. Check
Read end of term report for J. Check
Attend parent’s evening for E. Check
Stare at contents of J’s school bedroom piled on floor in kid’s playroom for two weeks. Check
Stare at contents of E’s locker in boot of car for two days. Check
That will be the end of term then, and time to start thinking about going on holiday. I am telling you, this holiday cannot come quickly enough.
For the past few years we have snuck off to Barbados, thanks to the generosity of my parents who lend us their beautiful villa for three weeks (I know, three weeks in the Caribbean. I hate me too). This year however we have decided to stay closer to home and have rented a holiday home in France. In the Loire. Don’t you know.
Mr B found it online after doing some research and before you could say “moules et frites” it was booked. Seven bedrooms so various mates are coming out to join us. It is all shaping up to be a bit idyllic. Grounds. A stream. A pool. A fully equipped kitchen and most importantly of all: wi-fi. No holiday home is complete without wifi these days. I like to say that it is because the teens are addicted to the web but we all know that’s a lie and it is for me.
Within walking distance of a village with shops selling nothing but cheese and bread.
And wine. And where I can buy copies of Le Monde and pretend to read them whilst sipping Ricard in the village square and people will look at me and think “gosh, how chic and intelligent is she?”
When in reality I will be paying £4.50 for yesterday’s Daily Telegraph and flashing my “never see the light of day” legs under my “were fashionable eight years ago” denim shorts.
We have decided we are not going to our usual route of Dover/Calais. I say “usual”. We have done it twice for a day out in Calais that mostly involves buying cheese and eating lunch. For this trip, however, we have decided to do the slightly longer route of Portsmouth to Caen and let the Ferry take the strain for a large chunk of it. As beautiful as driving through France is it means being without wifi and in a confined space with three members of my family for ten hours. Somebody will die. Brittany Ferries are therefore going to help me avoid a murder charge and deliver us much closer to the Loire.
I have bought a guide book for the area
And I am even learning French, though why, I don’t know. Mr B’s degree is in modern languages and everything I pronounce grates on his ears I am sure, so I won’t bother.
So my question is, what do you know of the area and what do we need to do? Have you been there? Are there places we HAVE to go visit? Please tell me, I would love to go and explore places recommended by other people.