Fate had put it up to me this time. I had been dreaming about buying the Chateau de Saux in the south-west of France for years. And now it was up for sale. Viewing was by appointment only, but I didn’t need to view it. I had been gazing lovingly at it for a decade.
It was a stone’s throw from where we went every summer. Sure, didn’t we get married down here? Didn’t I “live” down here for six months? (Well, OK, three.) Haven’t we been coming here for years? Saux? Why, I’m practically… (View original article)