After a mammoth journey where lack of sleep the previous week led to matchstick propped eyelids that required 2 hourly Autoroute espresso top up's to keep the show on the road in one piece, we finally got within a few kilometres of La Bergerie Provencal. Our tired hearts soared when we saw the landscape of hills, red sand and pines lit by the orange early evening sun. The beautiful hilltop town of Gordes passed by and we descended with Roussillon in our sights.....then we got lost. No matter, spirits were high as we doubtfully drove into a small lane that after a few houses seemed to go nowhere. Just a bit further and ready to do a U-TURN the kids shouted 'thats it!'. Thank God...we crunched up the drive beyond the gates with relief, and knew we'd made a good choice before we'd set a foot on the ground....
Simple, stylish and traditional décor in the house makes you feel at home immediately. Each bedroom has its own character, lovely ensuite bathrooms and comfy linen.. Cosy lounge, lovely sofa's and DVD's for when your 14yrold Netflix Junkie son needs some screen time, although with a pool and garden as lovely as La Bergerie's, even he didn't feel the need for three days straight!
More than enough towels, crockery, cooking equipment etc...nice filter coffee machine and big fridge with water filter and ice dispenser to keep your Rosé chilled...Even a BBQ Nitwit like me managed a fine steak or two on the gas burner that sits out on the terrace...best holiday we've had in years. If only we could have turned down the volume of the Cicadas, Jeez! Thanks Neil and Mel..
The Parsons...(Family, not vicars)