From the cute chickens on the bookcover to the humorous and painfully truthful warts and all story of one family’s adventures in the ancient village of Sommières in France, I enjoyed every word. I laughed, I shook my head, I groaned, but in the end I had to admire the determination of the Morgan McIntosh family which knew no bounds and, while often shrinking in despair on the inside, mother Rachael always gave it a hot go. So did the three children, Tabitha, Biggles and Mabel, and heaven knows the good and bad school tales they will reveal in their adult years. There are a considerable amount of things which go horribly wrong but are deftly written in a humorous way. From the language barrier to shopping; locked out of school for being tardy; to a car parked a block away, nothing seems easy and everything is an adventure. Or a huge challenge, depending on how the day rolls.
Written from pre-Covid times, I wondered how Sommières residents coped with all that social kissing. In between française domesticity the family managed tourist trips away, and in the midst of everything is husband Keith, cool, relaxed and mostly glued to his business laptop. He is the calm to Rachael’s storm. Rachael suffers from back problems and did remarkably well considering the stairs in their quaint old house, the winding, hilly streets and cobblestoned lanes traversed when she visits the food market and brocante antique market. The photographs in the middle of the book are enlightening but I’m afraid I would find it all a bit claustrophobic. Still, I have a friend in Marseille at the moment so I gleaned the whole French vibe. An enjoyable read and suitable for anyone considering the sizeable effort involved for an overseas homestay.