‘Hameau de Boinville' was a little hamlet that consisted of a series of farm buildings and small dwellings for workers, that all belonged to the farmstead. The small streets, lined with stone walls, fell under the umbrella of ancient old trees. It was quiet except for the sounds of the birds singing from their hidden abysses. It was very beautiful.
The farmer who owned the farmstead was also the mayor of the hamlet. He had renovated many of these outbuildings into homes and we rented what had previously been the sheep barn. It was an old stone building on top of a mound which rolled down to a little river. The stone pathway along the river, with the rose arches above, led to a little one room ‘river house’.
Outside the sheep barn was a large stone patio and a vegetable garden.
The inside was completely new. Downstairs had a working kitchen, an open dining-living area and a large bedroom. Upstairs were two bedrooms. It was a little small for the five of us which just meant Damon and Tyson would have to share a bedroom.
We had many wonderful times there. Damon discovered the house on the river and moved in. He had a bed and a light, a little dresser. He was happy!
Even thoughI had had many postings as a kid, for some reason, I initially felt uncharacteristically anxious here, out of place. It was a new feeling for me. But I had to stay put. I had to overcome these feelings. I decided I’d treat it just like another posting; it would only be for three years. Hold your breath; you’ll be home soon. This feeling passed; I guess it was adjusting to a new environment and I was worrying about how it would go for the kids.
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