Brittany is full of special people
People who have stepped aside
from the rat race, from the 9-5 routine with its emphasis on making
money, acquiring material possessions, keeping up with the Jones'...
People who have chosen to walk a healthier, saner and kinder path through this life
I had need of someone to weld a broken piece of metal so I'd arranged
to go to a nearby friend whose companion, S., is a master of metalwork
This is where they live
an old hamlet comprising several houses and a manoir that are built
around a central garden with a large pool and roses, roses everywhere
In Brittany you can buy a small village for the price of a three-bedroomed detatched in Abingdon
As I arrived a strange sound filled the air
was the community of ridiculously, unbelievably, bright green male
frogs on the pond in the centre of the garden, each defending their
testosterone territories with loud croaks and complaints
I scrambled through the overgrown garden to snap a picture
and then I wandered
This is the chapel...
It is a perfect place for meditation.
you close the heavy wooden door you shut out the sunshine and light and
are plunged into a dark and dreamy world of peace and reflection
illuminated only by the rainbows through the tiny stained glass window
I asked to return with my mat and a candle for some periods of deep and intense reflection and spiritual healing...
"Of course, anytime, you are always welcome" was the reply
around the central pond are rose-covered walks and little 'rooms' where
painted benches invite you to sit and pause and stay a while....
It is a truly magical place
But the best surprise was, for me, discovering that the quiet and shy S. makes roses....
once you ask him about his passion and he starts to tell you how he
creates new roses, the patience required to pollinate a rose and to
nurture its rose hips and how carefully you must tend the babies and how
you never know what you will get and the wonder of it all, this shy man
blooms as beautifully as his flowers
I was totally entranced and enthralled!
I could have stayed to listen to him forever
This is Zippy
S. actually made this rose
It's small and bright as a drop of sunshine and it smells absolutely divine!
And it is as unique as its 'father'
S. walked me back to my car, which seemed a compliment coming from this
shy and retiring man, we passed this rose growing in the hedge
He was surprised...
He'd never noticed it before
It was as if it had just bloomed today
My gift from S. is the small pink rose that he presented me with before I left...
It had no name, now it bears mine
And I feel truly honoured
A man who makes roses is a very special man indeed and a real treasure
I returned in a dreamy, almost meditative state.
As I was pottering around my courtyard in the warm sunshine the phone rang.
It was a prospective employer asking if I would be available in August...