Are you a fan of travel shows? What about home improvement? How about a combo of the two? Lately I’ve been living my fantasy life, giving my mind a break from the devastating daily news and Escaping to the Château with Dick and Angel.
My Fantasy Life – Escape To The Château
Have you heard of this series?
They left their lives in the UK to live their dream and buy a fairytale castle in France.
I fell in love with the program because it’s in France (obvs!), they live in a castle and Angel is obsessed with all things vintage and antique.
Angel is a master crafter, designer and all around creative person and Dick is an an environmentalist and engineer with exceptional problem solving skills.
They up-cycle and reuse many items found on the castle grounds and often renovations include the most advanced environmentally friendly options. Their decisions value frugality and sustainability and are made with long term considerations rather than short term gratification. It is a positive view of slow living practises.
Both Angel and Dick are a pleasure to watch.
It also proves it’s never too late to start living your dream, no matter your age.
What’s not love?
When I Stayed In A French Château
Below are some photos from my scrapbook, circa 2009, when we briefly vacationed in a chateau in Bordeaux.
We stayed at Château de Mirambeau and it was even better than I’d imagined.
The note from the concierge welcomed us upon our arrival. It came with fancy homemade sweets.
To say the castle and our room was majestic would be an understatement. We really did feel like royalty.
Apparently we had just missed the French actor Gérard Depardieu who had only checked out the day before.
I believe it’s the only place in the world where you can get a massage in what was previously an 11th century dungeon with some of the original armour standing guard in the corner.
That’s me loving every minute of our horseback ride through the vineyards.
Dressing For My Fantasy Life – The Queen Of The Castle
Here I am dressed in my château uniform and pondering why my man servant hasn’t brought me my pre dinner drink and dance yet.
I drink while he dances.
After my pre dinner drinks I need to freshen my look with some powder. I don’t know why I get all sweaty when I’m not the one dancing.
Now I’m impatiently waiting for my fashionably late dinner companion to grace me with her presence.
She claims she was late due to an engagement with her agent who is a P. I. G. His friends just call him Mr. P. Wiggly.
My date is nice but tends to overeat and have rather atrocious table manners. What do you expect from a