Le Moulin is one of those rare places where, as soon as you arrive you know immediately that you’ve stumbled on a real treasure.
The first clue is the generous hammocks hanging from the mature trees whose branches tickle the River Cele, cool, green and inviting. All about the towering sunlit cliffs and ancient caves bewitch and intrigue.
The house oozes charm and is as beautiful as it is quirky: it feels more like a treasured family home than a holiday let. It is stuffed full of gorgeous things – a fine collection of hats, beautiful artefacts, pictures, rugs and furniture which fit perfectly with the stone walls and ancient wooden beams – fishing rods, croquet mallets, tennis rackets, jelly shoes, canoes and even life jackets – everything has been thought of.
It feels like a house that has been loved and enjoyed by generations.
Wonderfully comfortable antique beds and decent linen in fan cooled rooms, along with the constant song of the river, guarantee a sound night’s sleep.
Le Moulin is a house that absorbs both adults and children effortlessly, with its choice of private places where you can escape to – the river, the pool, the terrace, the croquet lawn or the grass court. There is a spot here for everyone.
I could have written something much simpler but equally telling: we will be going back!
I have to add that I LOVED my ten days there more than words can describe.
And by the way, canoes are for girls. Real men go over the rapids in their speedo’s. You can go all the way down from the mill rapids to the calm waters half kilometre away with barely a bruise to show for it.
Hope we can return.