This is a shot of the house I took from the Pech, the hill south of the village, just this time last year. It came up on FB this morning and it struck me how interesting it is.

Firstly (we are the house in the centre of the shot) it looks like we live in incredibly cramped conditions with our neighbours, which isn’t true at all.
Nobody really overlooks us and the terrace and the garden feel very private.

The roof is amazing, it undulates like a wave. It was totally replaced just ten years ago and the builder sympathetically restored it just as it was.

Then in the centre of the roof is the upright remains of the original stone town wall, our portion has been concreted, next doors is the original stone.

As you can see a bit of our left hand neighbour abuts right on to our terrace and some of our right hand windows overlook our neighbour at that side.
It is all extremely bizarre and higgeldy piggeldy and the most amazing part of it is that it works so well.
The house has grown organically over the last about seven hundred years.
We can no longer tell which are (if any) the original stones and which part of the 1920’s overhall. But none of this matters now.
We just love it like it is.