An Exciting Arrival in France

I had spent many months planning my escape. Iton, and then cut. As my house relies totally on
relied on so many factors that I felt like a player inelectricity for cooking, heat and hot water, this was
the Crystal Maze. All the pieces of the jigsaw puzzlemildly alarming. Inside temperature was nudging zero
were starting to take shape and I was about to cutdegrees C.
free!The next day, more snow fell, and still no electricity.
I was moving lock, stock and 2 smoking barrels toThe river Cesse was rising at an alarming rate and
France from London to start a new life after 15could threaten to flood the village. I continued to
years stuck in pollution and the rat race. I had boughtwork, wearing 4 layers of damp clothes. My hands no
a 300 year old house 3 years previously in a smalllonger belonged to my body and my feet were
village in SW France, in the Languedoc. A smallsuffering from rising damp. I ate some cold food and
amount of work had been done on the house, butdreamt of a hot cup of tea. By 5 pm, the whole
was in no way it habitable.village was covered by 12 inches of still falling snow,
I had sold my house in London after many falseelectricity was still a distant memory, and the river
starts, lies from potential buyers and finally, in vaguewas about 8 inches from causing flood damage. The
desperation, accepted an offer at a lower price thanfire department was evacuating old people who may
the asking price. On the web, I had found a Southbe threatened by flood, the Mayor was in
African guy who specialised in moves to France. Theattendance, and doorways were being blocked
date was set. The furniture and 37 boxes wereagainst rising water.
packed and I was ready.I decided that my life hung in the balance. I needed
The removers arrived. 2 hours later, a small van thatheat, hot food and a dry, warm bed. So, armed with
looked like it had seen better days was filled with mya 5 litre box of red wine, I ventured out to see if
worldly possessions, driven away and I wasfriend number 1 was at home. She was not. I was
requested to join van and man later on that day. Isoaked through by now in minus zero temperatures.
duly arrived at the mans' home to be told by his wifeKnocked on friend number 2s door. They were in!
that their best friend, who also does deliveries toAlso, they had a log fire burning, electricity and a
Europe, was killed in a crash a few days previously.beef stew cooking! Paradise! They took me in,
She asked me to make sure that I kept her husbandlooking and feeling like a dog that had fallen into an
awake during the long trip! Into the veryArtic flow. I took off all my 4 layers of wet clothes,
uncomfortable van, Mike, the van driver, told me thatborrowed dry ones, and sat , unmoving, by the fire
he had never driven this van before. The gearsfor an hour. My voice had returned, as had my
groaned and crashed and we swayed along the mainappetite and thirst. I spent a blissful 24 hours with
route from London to the port of Dover. Our ferrythem- fully recovered, but with a sore head form too
crossing was due at midnight. He happily announcedmuch red wine. I returned to my home, and was
that he had no intention of stopping during the trip,overjoyed that the electricity had returned and that I
but was annoyed that the small diesel tank of his vanwas able to continue my work.
meant that he was going to be forced to stop moreThe floods did not arrive and no damage was done.
than he desired, to fill her up.The electricity had been cut due to trees falling on
Try making conversation to a stranger, who was onthe wires. I have to admit that I did have
a different planet to the norm, at 4 am, while themomentary thoughts of questioning my madness of
van was being stretched to its beyond maximumleaving an efficient city like London and decamping
speed! No sleep- did not dare to- many coffee andinto a small 1000 population village of Bize Minervois,
diesel stops- a bad sandwich and a sore brain fromAude, Languedoc.
creating conversation on subjects that I didn't knowSummer is now here. The weather is now 35 C
anything about. 24 hours later, we arrived in myevery day and the river is my swimming pool. The
village. All stores and restaurants closed, so had tocigales are screeching outside, the swallows and
visit neighbours to beg for food and beer.house martins swoop through the village in huge
My house was now filled with boxes and furniture. Innumbers, and all is wonderful in the world! The
order to be able to live vaguely comfortably in theproperty market is very slow, though it is a perfect
house, I had about 6 weeks of renovation work. Daytime for buyers looking for a retirement home and/or
4- all went very wrong. Being the end of January,a holiday home on the west coast of the
the weather can be very unpredictable. Well, IMediterranean.
awoke to a light falling of snow. This was the first fallMy baptism of snow seems like a distant nightmare.
for 15 years. I continued to renovate. Snow startedCopyright 2006 Propertysolutionslanguedoc.
falling more heavily. Lights flickered, cut, came back