Making it our own
Sometimes
staying in a guesthouse or a cottage feels like an invasion of someone else’s
space. We felt instantly possessive over the cottage at Montpellier. It felt
like our own private villa, a holiday cottage where we could relax and be
completely ourselves. The privacy was lovely and we basked in the solitude and
stillness. Set up against what felt like our very own mountain, the cottage has
plentiful double doors, with views right up the mountain on one side, or down
the across the valley to the mountains beyond. The interiors are perfectly
complementary to the setting, themed in a French country farmhouse style. There
is a constant play of texture and light.
In
the open plan lounge there is a grand fireplace, a large comfortable creamy
couch and wingback chair, hessian text-printed cushions, thick woven grey rugs and koir matting. There is an oversized basket with firewood. The kitchen has a wooden
dining table and chairs, and is well equipped with a Nespresso machine, full
sized fridge and oven. The butler’s sink and cool grey screed flooring
contributes to the Provencial theme while the sun streams in from every angle.
The
cottage has its own private swimming pool with views to open the heart.
Grey-green olive trees and rich orange rock set the palette for the exteriors
and interiors. There are two bedrooms, one with twin single beds and one with a
King size bed. Each bedroom has covered headboards, one in apricot with floral cushions to
mirror the vibrant exterior stone. Every piece of wooden furniture and lighting
has been tastefully selected to match the country theme. The windows and doors
are shuttered. There is air-conditioning in both
bedrooms and the beds are dressed in cool white cotton linen.
Each bedroom is en-suite, the main bedroom with a freestanding Victorian bath
set up against a window with views straight up the mountain. Both bathrooms have an enormous walk-in shower.
Accommodation
Experience
Despite
the many fabulous restaurants in the area, we decide to eat in, or should I
say, al fresco. We lay the small, round table by the pool with linen napkins
and candles, and we fill our wine glasses with a chilled complimentary Chenin
Blanc. It has been a hot day, and it is a relief to see the sun set and feel
the cool breeze come off the mountain. As we watch the moon rise over the pool
and hear an owl gently hoot from the grove of olive trees below, we
congratulate ourselves on staying in. It has meant participating in the
creation of a romantic memory which I know we will draw on for many years to
come.
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