The good news is my French is coming back to me….but still a lot of work to do. There isn’t really any bad news – just to note an interesting function of my brain, whenever I get stuck in French I tend to bring out something in German rather than English, and I get a bit of a brain freeze and can’t even find the correct English word.
Some key vocabulary for me this week….
Monday morning, off the ferry…into St Malo. We are here. Almost.
Wednesday morning – a visit to the Notaire, to sign the Acte de Vente and get the keys ( a lot of keys). I think we got lucky with our Notaire, he had a very dry sense of humour. At one point noting the ‘out of regulation’ septic tank he noted is up to the Mayor to fine us, and if she fines us she probably has to fine all our neighbours….and then she won’t be Mayor anymore. He also pointed out that we are paying France a lot of money (the equivalent of Stamp Duty in the UK, and it is a fair amount)…then wished us good luck!
Thursday morning- moving in! The truck arrived early the guys doing the move were great (Wheadons- highly recommended!).
So…a few tips to ensure your departure from London is a smooth one…not that you live in London or are leaving any time soon. But just in case, my top 5 tips, in no particular order.
Next up…oh yeah…we bought a really old house no one has lived in for nearly a year. Yay!!
Chopping up a pig, and making bread. Two not entirely unrelated things. The pig – that is pretty obvious, we will need to have some decent knowledge, and I have always wanted an excuse to take the course. If you live in London and have even a tiny bit of curiosity about butchering, run, don’t walk to the nearest Ginger Pig and take a course. They are incredibly informative, great fun and the end of the course is stuffing your face with an amazing roast dinner, chatting with butchers and like-minded people…an all-round great evening. Dom and I each left the course stuffed, and carrying a 4kg boned and rolled pork loin roast. I won’t say whose joint was ‘prettier’.
The following week was Sourdough bread at Bread Ahead in Borough Market (any excuse to hang out at Borough Market is good for me). A great afternoon. Kevan –my Yorkshire baker instructor was crazy passionate about bread. Not only did he teach me (Okay – and 10 other people) about the joys of sourdough, I picked his brain at the end of the class about dealing with a wood fired oven. He trained in France and knew exactly what I was taking about when I told him I was planning to move in to a house with an 18th century stone bread oven. I came home with recipes, two loaves of delicious bread and I am also now the caring ‘mom’ of ‘Louise the London Starter’. Kevan recommended I begin a separate ‘French’ starter when I move to France- and maintain them both (I am thinking of calling my second ‘child’ Franny).
In addition to the actual hands on course I have been stocking up on books about sausage making, pig and goat rearing, vegetable gardening and ‘French building terms’. I am making point of reading something in French every day and scouring the internet for all things French/smallholding/cooking classes/running holiday lets. My brain is filling up and I love it! I smile to myself many times a day just thinking about what is to come. I know we will have a lot of hard work, but this is so what I really want to do …I almost can’t believe it took so long to get here.
The next big step…I am going to start stalking/reaching out to people who I think are doing wonderful things along the lines of what I want to do. Let’s see how that goes.
We still aren’t there yet…and a couple barriers lie ahead, but I am keeping positive!
Soooo…..house nearly sold, and house nearly bought. And only a million little things to do. It seems every time we add something to the list and partially check it off we discover 3 more things we need to do. Don’t get me wrong I am not at all complaining- conversely, it is driving me at the moment – making me enjoy the journey and tempering my impatience to just get on with the next chapter.
So what are some things I have been doing ….errr, working full time, buying a wedding dress, reading and/or writing in French every day, getting wedding rings, booking a food truck for the wedding reception, sorting a pet passport, having the swimming pool in France assessed (don’t go there)…a lovely old pool, note the old.
Oh yes, and garden advice (I’m waiting for that assessment…) chasing quotes from the builder, prepping to get my own Schengen visa (required as a non EU citizen married to an EU citizen to get residency in France)…which means sorting temporary health insurance, and lots of supporting paperwork. I will be cutting it close- it supposedly takes 2 days once you apply, but can take longer. I am applying in August (infamously a slow month for France) and have 4 days to get the visa before we drive on to a ferry. Oh yeah – ferry booking for the car with a roof rack, beds for us and a large dog kennel for Lupo. AND figuring we don’t want to do an 8 hour drive in a day with a big dog after an overnight ferry…sort a place to stay on the way (Tours here we come!)…then a place to stay until we sign the Acte de Vente (studio apartment in Cahors). Good thing the French are pretty cool about accompanying furry friends. HOPING that timing is also enough for the money to cross the channel in time to close the deal.
Eeeeek! I am not freaked or stressed by this…it is really energising and each step brings us closer to this new adventure.
Dom’s night time reading has been ‘pig-keeping’ and ‘grow your own veg’, my night time reading has been ‘running a BnB and gites (and goat keeping), and we have been carefully looking over the local wine map we got when we were last in Cahors. Very important for us to learn as much as possible about the local wine…we need to make suggestions to our future guests.
Next on the list:
The slightly more fun bits- Dom and I are taking a pig butchery course soon and I just signed up for a sourdough bread course. We have every intention of making the most of the bread oven – which we think is a couple hundred years old! I have a sneaky suspicion Dom and I are going to have ‘bread-offs’.
With all of that there is still – living and enjoying each day. As much as I am impatient to move to France I am also going to miss London and our friends here. We are trying to soak up as much of that as we can, making dates to see friends, eat at fabulously delicious restaurants, drink wonderful cocktails. And. Breathe.
So I think that means we’ve committed. In France when you make an offer and it is accepted you then sign a Compromis de Vente, which is a binding contract, accompanied by a 5-10% deposit that you lose if you pull out of the sale. The CdV also lists all costs so you know exactly how much you need to buy the house….all inclusive (stamp duty fees etc all to be paid at once)!
All the contracts and ‘conveyance’ searches (land boundaries, electrics, gas, termites, risk of ‘natural’ damage e.g. flood/earthquake, and other odd bits) are handled by a Notaire who is neutral – working more-or-less for the government and not the buyer or the seller.
I am still a little shocked we actually found and fell in love with a house and are on track to buy it and move in about 4 months!! Eeek!
We’ve been really lucky – we worked with a couple really great estate agents who were incredibly helpful. Ludovic, who is the agent we are actually buying the house from, has really gone out of his way to help, even finding a Notaire who spoke English and sitting with us through the signing, taking time to work with the Notaire to explain the whole 20 page contract.
It was a short list of 3 houses- each with great opportunities but our hearts were really with one, so each time we compared we always went out of our way to find the ‘superiority’ and reason to buy…
Ludovic arranged for us to meet with Laurent, a maître d’œuvre, (a builder), to walk through the house with us and develop a quote on the work that needs to be done (mostly cosmetic, and renovating the pool). We will get the ‘devis’ in a couple weeks and then I will se just how good my French was. I imagine someone watching from a distance might have been quite confused- it involved a lot of repetition, hand waving, some slight interpretative dance and occasional sharing of google searches on our phones, followed by nodding of heads.
The idea is we can make some initial decisions now an then get the worked booked in for September…because if we wait to August to try and get a quote – all of France is on holiday and it just won’t happen.
The final ‘high’ of the trip was finding out just before we boarded our plane back to London that Emmanual Macron had won the presidential election….
So, now we just have to start solidifying our vision…and then bring it to life!
A very good question, thank you for asking.
In order to answer that I have asked myself these questions:
What really makes me happy? What do I enjoy spending time doing? What small positive contribution can I make to this world? If I could really do anything what would that be?
When I look at the answers one thing that brings it altogether is (not surprisingly) food:
So, take all those together, and then layer on the fact that every time Dom and I have been in France we make some sort of comment to the effect of ‘can’t we just stay…’; what else is there to do except pack it all in, move to France and create a place where people (and animals) can spend quality time together, enjoy some lovely food and maybe learn something. That is the ‘why’ but you also might ask ‘why now?’….well, without going in to too much detail, 2016 was a very shit year which included the death of both my mother and father. I took a cold hard look at my life and my family and realised that despite the awfulness I have experienced, I am very privileged in my life but I need to do something that makes a small contribution, makes me happy and proud, and creates a positive place in the world. AND I should NOT wait until ‘the perfect time’ or when I have ‘finally made enough money‘ and one never knows how long you have…. so you need to do your best to make your mark and feel you are doing and living how and what and when you want. I know some people are ‘concerned’ but I have never felt so sure about what I want to do in my life before. Yes, it will be hard work (despite what some people may think, Dom and I are not ‘retiring to France’), yes, it is risky and I need to have a ‘plan B’…but I am really quite excited about plan A.
Now, when I look ahead I see…. France. Gites. House. Food. Animals. Family. Friends. Being together. Sharing. Life. I can’t always just dream it, time to make it actually happen…or at least know I have tried.
Enough philosophising for now. Have a lovely day everyone!