We spent Easter on the property of my host mother’s daughter and her family. A 17th century French farmhouse (which belonged to their friend and business partner, and was where we slept) and barn, which they are currrently fixing up for boarders and farm stays, made up one part while the daughter, her partner and their toddler son live in a yurt on an adjoining property. Suffice to say both residences were spectacular, as was the scenery. Rolling hills, copses of dense trees, deep green fields – I could spend a long time here. The family are vegetarians: they grow their own herbs and vegetables, have goats, chooks, sheep and a cat, and are building up their (almost) entirely eco-friendly property to be as self sustainable as it is possible to be. Spending the day here wasn’t nearly enough; I’d need a lifetime. At least.