There are fields straight ahead of me and some little stone cottages with pretty gardens over to the right. It’s mid-June and red roses give a splash of colour along a garden fence. One of the cottages has just had its roof retiled and the terracotta looks pristine against the weathered mixtures of its neighbours.
Beyond the fields and houses, tree clad hills like a thick bumpy carpet – in every shade of green to almost black in the shadow – stretch out in an arc all the way to a pale blue skyline.
Then I look forward to a leisurely breakfast of coffee, croissants or pastries, fruit, yogurt and more in the Couvent’s garden – or preparing our own to take onto the balcony.