I am ex-Rhodesian, born, bred, educated, married and birthed two beautiful sons. Sadly,disenchanted with the political leadership we packed up and left for the UK. After several years I found myself iagain disenchanted this time with the weather and sought a warmer climate.. Emile and i packed up and moved to southern France. Emile, being a French Mauritian,,was of course, fluent French. which it turned out, didn't help me much. I did not have his skill for languages the result being I crucify the language much to the chagrin of my French audience. Being a librarian by profession I find this location ideal for reading and keeping up with the world. Being a huge fan of Matt Ridley I find there is nothing better than taking one of his books into the garden and contemplating the meaning of life and moles errupting all around me. Another aspect of life here I find very exciting is the history. The cultural diaspora - trade, music, art all passed along this region en route for western Europe. Are we in the mlddle of nowhere? No! We sit on ancient cultural highway but blissfully not a modern motorway. Concerts, cinema, oysters - Be here!

We provide a relaxed atmosphere in which you are able to come and go freely, enjoy the garden and entertain outside surrounded by lush verdure. Beau Vallon is ground floor, open access with lots of facilties at your disposal. The original 3 story house was built circa 1939 and was home, I believe, to a local farmer and his livestock. It was then sold to a large family who added a ground floor kitchen. In the 80's it was extended to add a commercial kitchen, laundry and other offices for a renown fish restaurant. Eight rooms were added turning it into a hotel until 2002 when I bought it. I fell in love with the surroundings, the forest, the river and the bungalow style rooms. Since then the garden has flourished and I share the property with countless birds and numerous nocturnal wild animals mostly confronted well into the depth of the night when opening up the van on the canal d'arrosage which is 1000 years old!

Sahorre. A stone built village of few inhabitants bordering a grade A trout river. Rustic. It is not a village of tourists. You will not find hords of tour groups with flashing cameras on sticks. Put your camera away and watch the locals enjoy the festivities and fetes. Walk the hills and watch the flora and fauna. Enjoy the silence. Benefit from the local produce - saffron, spirulina, cheeses - sheep, goat, cow and the fruits, never mind the nuts - too much to cope with. You will even find French lions in the next valley in the game park. The lions are not for shooting!