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Water
Our
Department of the Var is always very dry. The small brook
of the No Avé which passes in front of our House
has been dry for several years... We divided our domestic
network into two parts: one supplied by our well, is intended
for water known as: "useful" (washing, WC, shower),
the "drinkable" water provided by the mains network
being reserved for drinking and the kitchen.
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Fire
The
greatest danger for our beautiful Provence! Each year the
Méditerranéan forest pays its tribe to the flames,
almost always by awkwardness, accident or unconsciousness.
Our House is entirely "no smoking", but take guard
never not to throw your cigarette end! , the consequences
are fast dramatic, and make each year the One of theNews.
Ashtrays are at disposal in terrace. |
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Earth
The iron ore in the ground
gives the land of La Grande Lauzade its blood red colour;
the local rock, used by the original builders to build the
monastery here, and then later the house, is known as Roubine.
All our organic waste feeds the compost, used in the kitchen
garden. The sorting of glass, metal, paper, and plastics,
is an essential part of our commitment to responsible environmental
practice. Our House is heated by wood with cast iron radiators,
whose hot water is provided by the fire in the living room.
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The
grass of the 2,5 hectares of the property is mowed by our couple
of special sheep of Ouessant: Shirley and Dino:
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"...The daylight lasts long into the evening hours, and not being one to waste an open bottle of (you guessed it) Domaine de la Lauzade, I spent a while sitting alone on the old footings of the old church, watching the dusk seep in. From there, one can see the vineyards and the hills and the old tile roofs, red earth, and lots of Provençal sky. I thought about the Old Man and what he must have thought about this land when he was here. Of course, great men seldom feel anything other than ambition, and so sentimental moments were probably unknown to him. But it is to him, and to this place, that I owe some measure of my existence and my roots..."
(James Lebas, Our host in Summer 2004)
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