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Just below the terraced garden are the Tennis and Boule courts, and beyond them paths lead to the duckpond, the meadows and forest. The ducks live in their hut on the converted surfboards and yesterday's left over bread is always welcome.
The Carp are not above stealing some of it though.
The meadows are extensive, and in the Spring are carpeted with wild flowers. As Summer approaches, the sun bleaches the foliage and the heady smell of the herbs, associated with Provence, becomes almost overpowering.
At the edge of the meadows, the cool of the forest beckons, and the woodland paths wind over the hill to the next meadowed valley, past a couple of vineyards and over the next forested hill, and on and on....... to the sea if you have the time!
