I’m just a little worried that I may have to move into a tent in the backyard if my painter and plasterer whip themselves into renovation frenzy next week. If it was a yurt like this one at Le Camp in Varen, Tarn et Garonne. Glamping… that’s the only way you’ll get me in a tent. Woodlands in France with a snug, a wooden shower house, a lovely swimming lake and peace and quiet. Bliss. For a week or two. I’m a city girl remember. Le Camp via Welcome Beyond.
P.S. Come back later. I need your help with suggestions for my hall.