Nice sunny morning today and Madame and I went for a stroll on the Pech (Occitan for hill) which is directly opposite our house. I brought the camera because I wanted to see how the new terrace was fitting in.

Le Presbytere is in the centre of the shot, the terrace, I am glad to say,it looks like it was there for ever and you can see that we have had to put up the canopy against the bright spring sun.

From this view you can also see the amazing higgeldy piggeldy nature of old village houses.
You will see on the roof of our house, at the right, there is an odd piece jutting up.
That is actually part of our house.
It is also part of the old original wall of the village.

If you look carefully you will see the line of the old wall on both sides. Consequently three of our windows overlook our neighbours back garden.

Then if you look to the left of our terrace you will see another small window. That is in fact belonging to our neighbour on the other side, they have two windows looking on to our garden.

We are in the oldest part of the village, parts of our house must date to the same time as the church which was (it is thought) partly 12th century.
In the 800 and some years since houses have come and gone, been added to and subtracted from.
Hence there is not one straight line in our house and all of this is reflected in the randomness of the placement of houses in this part of the village.
I love it.