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Mellow autumn sun, verdant beauty and secluded villas: rural
France and Italy bewitch at mid-term break. Tim magee shares the best spots to escape
with friends and family
74 | October 2013 | T h e G l o s s M AGA Z I N e
travel
MaN in a SUItCaSe
I’ve no problem with doing nothing on holidays except read, swim and tan. I can lie really, really still while other people sightsee, box-tick and nip from one patch of shade to another. We don’t get summers, so getting short-changed each season means it’s okay having one week out of 52 doing nothing except soaking in sun to your bones.
We were spoilt with summer this year though. My undeserving Irish head now believes it’s going to be like this forever. Now we can look at the October break like normal people, and not go chasing the dregs of the year’s last rays to some black-sanded, white plastic corral off the African coast.
We can now approach mid-term like grown-ups. No silly bright clothes that you only take out in countries where no one knows you. Dressed properly and teeming with vitamin D, we can go back to France and Italy in October and show off the relaxed, cool Irish to counter the memories of the sweaty, garish lobster people that invade their towns and resorts each summer.
Autumn is the most handsome season. There’s a common dramatic stillness to the Dordogne and Tuscany at this time of year – undisturbed, raw rural life. That so-still mist. Cypress trees and crisp morning landscapes that haven’t changed since Roman times. Pleasant days but cooler nights by wood fires. It’s the absence of things that makes it attractive – the absence of traffic, crowds and the clutter that high-season selling brings. The absence of high prices and low expectations. Hunters replace tourists. Add some family, friends and rent your own piece of that peace, and for a short time, pretend to be a real European.
There is candyfloss everywhere you look. On the
ground, hanging in the air, from the trees, and on me
head. All day long. It’s my memory of Le Four à Sel,
on the fringe of Montignac in the Dordogne, and I’m
not looking back in a sentimental soft-focus dream
sequence, it’s just that I’m usually there when the
poplars are still sprinkling the last of their cotton.
I’m hounded by my two nieces from dusk to dawn:
one blonde four-year-old, cute and curly, talking festival,
and the other, the blonde’s PA, minder and mentor, a
ten-year-old dark Italian bookworm. They tag team me
any time I try to get even a second’s respite.
And there’s no let-
up. I read the same
bloody paragraph of
a book over and over
for a week. It’s like
a social experiment
with a giddy child
at the controls. I am
dragged back to the
pool just as I have
finished applying sun
screen. I’m constantly
shopping or cooking for
people who I only see
once a year. I drink red
wine from a box until I am
dragged, purple-toothed,
to dance to some cheesy
commercial nonsense. And
I love it.
Le Four à Sel is a bunch of self-catering gîtes that
track the riverbank outside Montignac. Rent one stone
Périgordian home overlooking the communal courtyard
with its barn (for dancing) and you’re happy. Rent both
and you’re le maire of your own walnut grove, slice of
riverbank, fields and playground. Rent them all and you
have your own private French hamlet.
Buildings and land, however pretty, are just buildings
and land though, so its attentive owners Brenda and
David – who manage the discreet, invisible host thing
so well – make a jaded old visitor like me feel that I am
the lucky, newly-elected, disco-dancing mayor.
www.lefourasel.com.
The book The Past Is Myself is pitched as Englishwoman
Christabel Bielenberg’s life in Berlin under the Nazis. It
should actually be pitched as one of the greatest real
life records of love in history’s most oppressive period of
peer pressure.
You couldn’t make this
book up – English niece of
big newspaper magnate
comes to Berlin during
Hitler’s rise to power to
train as an opera singer.
Falls for a gentle German
who, despite being the
physical model of the Aryan
dream, despises, and even occasionally batters the Nazis.
Christabel’s true story should be on any holiday reading list.
Christabel’s son, Christopher, who features in the
book, owns two breathtaking villas, Casa Dei Fichi and
Bernardino, on private land full of olives, rosemary, sage
and the odd roaming boar overlooking the stone streets
in Campiglia Marittima.
Once you’ve read the book you can’t help but scan
the houses for signs of the story. With the stamp of
Christopher’s personality, his family’s eye for the aesthetic,
his countless books, his obvious love of food, wine and
nature, your break is given an added fourth dimension.
Family and friends should be the motto for the villas. I
was there with both in Bernardino. Keeping with the war
theme, my toddling godson looked like a travel version
of Winston Churchill and shared his penchant for early
bottles and long speeches. He would sit passively, all eyes
and jowls, by the indoor-outdoor fire listening to our adult
small talk fuelled by big Tuscans. It was great.
Last year sister villa Casa dei Fichi installed a magnificent
pool that overlooks the Tuscan hills all the way down to
the Ligurian sea. Balmy during the day with a chill of an
evening, keep at a gentle simmer with wine, wild boar,
chestnuts, polenta, porcini and the peppery kick of new-
season olive oil, beside the cosy stove indoors or the
friendly wood-burning oven on the terrace outside.
Family and friends, with an interesting book in one hand
and a glass of something good in the other, one eye on the
whole capon in the oven and the other out to Elba, just in
case Napoleon shows again – in a house that has itself some
powerful ties with history. www.invitationtotuscany.com ^
France the dordogne italy tuscany
Montignac.
View of the river Vezere.
View of Le Four à Sel from
across the cornfields.
there’s a common stillness to the dordogne and
tuscany at thIs tIMe of year – undisturbed
rural life.
Pool with a view at
Casa Dei Fichi.
Casa Dei Fichi from the drive.
Travel.indd 74 20/09/2013 14:25