I am not very objective about Beaufer as I fell in love with the châtelaine’s daughter.  We were married in the little 12th century church up the road and rode back on one of the many horses that graze around the ancient house.  Although Sabine and I live far away in Vancouver, Beaufer is always in our thoughts.  From our straight-edged world, we long for  its yard-thick stone walls, the rise and fall of the fields, and the twisting lanes of Burgundy.  The welcome of an outsized fire in Winter, the cool honey-stone swimming pool in Summer, home-made jam, big friendly dogs, thick cotton, wrought iron, ivy’d turrets …..and beyond, the lifetime of sensory pleasures that is Burgundy.  Beaufer has become a much-loved part of our annual migration.  We invite you to make it a part of yours.