Rather timid about myself but in a strange mood today, I decided to fill in my profile page.
I was a smart kid at school but often bored because the teachers where so slow. So during classes I read lots of comics and books. I was member of 4 public library’s just to ensure myself to have enough books. Being a positive element (good grades, democrate, no trouble maker with other kids) teachers let me be.
A silent kid also, often I didn’t spoke during several days. A happy kid, active and joyfull, grew up in a small community – meaning our family and our 3 neighbours. I was quite a busy calendar for my mother who took me to indoor skating, swimming contests, gym training and competitions.
An old style family, we did everything ourselves. Grew our own vegetables, fruit and seeds. When stables needed build, we cut the trees in the forests nearby to construct the roof and our wooden fences and jumping track. We fabricated the molds for concrete walls and supporting pillars, just really a quite autonomous life.
Mentioning stables, I forgot to tell that our horses where my live. My best friends and thoughtful companions. Father was my greatest teacher although my being talented he wasn’t kidding. Great times we had, hard times we had, ain’t always easy to improve your horsemanships.
One day we lost a 7 year old mare. All family was in shock, and I, I never saw my father that hurt and decided that it was not worth all this pain and turned my back to the horses left. So my father’s heart broke two times.
I left classical education for artistic school and I loved it. After my graduation I worked 15 years in the visual arts sector as a freelancer, passionated and respected. Ones who worked with me all new I wasn’t an easy lady, ”the hardest working woman in town”... but the best one on the job.
Coinsidence, I don’t know, I never looked at or talked about horses since that mare's death, but colleagues scheduled a road trip on horseback with the team and strangly I subscribed. And that day, after all these years, the smell and the sences of the horse overwhelmed me again. This time there was no way around.
Impossible to combine my professional life (email hidden) with horses I made a radical decision. I bought a ruin, almost just a pile of stones left and neglected grasslands in France. A spot I found when passing by during the total solar eclipse on 11th August 1999. Old family tradition, I rebuilt and restored almost everything myself. It took me some years.
So thats a bit what 4 Collines is about now. A good place to be. The creation of the guest rooms and guest stables was quite evident for me. One has to share his happiness and good fortune. Annick.