• Biarritz,  Our journey

    A new life begins

    I am sat at the table Alistair made from a wood plank that he had varnished himself and to which he had attached copper steel legs: the same one that dominated the kitchen in our flat in Streatham. Now it looks like a miniature in comparison with the vast space of the open plan first floor of the barn that it is now our home in the South West of France. Outside in front of me, there is nothing but nature. A river (Le Saison) is flowing through our land and the only other house we can barely see through the branches of the trees that line up the river…