My holidays in France usually consist of long lunches in the shade, canoeing up the Dordogne or dégustations at local vineyards. Judging by the hole in the ceiling of the house we stay in, my next visit promises to be a little different.
The house is in Castillonnès, just south of Bergerac, and the winter weather there has been no better than it has been in Britain.
It seems that rain has made its way into the house. The hole you see is on the ground floor – there are another two storeys above.
That’s not good. Nor it is very cheap to put right.
The house belongs to our fiend Keeley and we always look after it while we’re there. Now she’s called – would we be around to go down and assess the damage with her?
Of course we would. It will involve clearing out some rotten carpets, I assume, and ringing round local roofers and builders, but that’s what friends are for. She has been very generous in letting us stay there several times a year.
She argues that houses need people living in them to keep them up in good shape. By the look of this photo, she has a point.