Escape urban life, eat fresh fruit and veg straight from the garden, spend days reading a book under the sun on the jetty and occasionally jump straight into the lake. What more could you want from a holiday?
This is what you do in the countryside in France. You can do other things, but it would be silly to if you ask me!
My friends and I caught the Eurostar from King’s Cross St.Pancras to Lyon, France’s capital of gastronomy; and from there we caught another train to reach the small, sleepy city of Mâcon about 45-minutes away.
The train journey was beautiful, the scenery from the train was stunning, passing miles upon miles of countryside and yellow rapeseed fields. When we weren’t admiring the view were chatting and playing naughts and crosses – so you could say we were thoroughly distracted…
Everything was going well until we arrived in Paris for our connecting train to Mâcon: as we went to pick up our luggage we realised that Freya’s suitcase had been stolen. We tried to report it at the lost and found department in the train station but they couldn’t have cared less. Thankfully Freya took the bad luck with more grace than most people.
So let this be a lesson, please make sure you keep your eyes on your belongings – especially if it has to be stored in the compartment near the train doors.
Despite this initial bumpy start, the rest of our time in France was a summer idyll; perfect food, wine, company and surroundings. Oh… the French know how to indulge!
Elsa and I leat some of our clothes to Freya, and I ended up give her one of my dresses after realising it looked so much better on her than me!