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Embracing winter tranquility in rural France

Snowless, windless mist, and two cats … a tale of peace and connection …

MARTINA NICOLLS

Dec 25

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Away from Paris – 90 minutes by train – I spend time in rural France. The peace and tranquility of life in the countryside is a welcome relief at the end of 2024, a busy year for all.

Winter holidays in rural France offer a rare kind of magic, especially when spent with an 89-year-old aunt whose stories and warmth make every moment richer. Trading the hustle of city life for the tranquility of the countryside reveals a slower pace, where the gentle rhythm of life restores and rejuvenates. Just Jeanne … et moi!

Nestled in a cozy village, the days begin with the sound of ducks from the neighbouring farm, and the view of a morning mist. Aunt Jeanne’s two Siamese cats, regal and curious, glide through the house, purring a soothing contentedness and accepting their days with equanimity and satisfaction.

Here, time stretches luxuriously. The mornings are perfect for writing, inspired by the quietude and an unobstructed view of rolling fields kissed by winter’s soft light. Words flow easily in this serene space, unburdened by distractions. Afternoons invite shared cooking adventures, the kitchen filled with the aromas of crusty baguettes and croissants, escargot and poulet, and the occasional indulgence of hot chocolate or something stronger.

Relaxing is effortless. I practice the French language and stories are exchanged. Aunt, with her lifetime of wisdom, recounts tales that ground and connect, providing a living bridge to history. Outside, the countryside whispers its own stories – the rustle of leaves, the distant caw of a bird, the rhythmic patter of gentle rain on old roof tiles.

Spending the winter holidays here isn’t about grand celebrations; it’s about rediscovering simplicity, peace, and the joy of connection. It’s a gentle reminder that the most profound moments often lie in stillness, in laughter shared over simmering pots, and in the companionship of – human or feline – those who truly matter.

Photographer: Martina Nicolls