Last night we spent an evening with friends who have recently moved from Valbonne to Le Rouret. We walked up through the village to their cottage for an evening barbecue on the deck.
It was a great evening, lots of fun and conversation as they’re about to embark on a gap year in a campervan travelling first to Scandinavia and then further afield.
We were a little jealous of the adventure and then we were completely envious as their house faces towards Nice. The sweep of the Côte d’Azur to Cap Ferrat was the most stunning and mesmerising of views.
As I’ve spent five years desperately looking for the tiniest chink of blue from every window, every angle, even standing on the pinnacle of the roof, this was a great source of frustration as we’re literally centimetres too low, we see the lights of Nice and the edge of the cliff in Cannes but not the water beyond.
We walked home to the sounds of the summer frogs chirping in the darkness to have another look convinced that one day the sea view will be ours to enjoy.
In the meantime I’ve very keen on campervans!