Clinging to a hillside where woods and birds abound and water gushes in the valley below, La Roche stands at the end of the lane in glorious isolation and a blaze of flowers. The delightful, knowledgeable and thoroughly welcoming English owners live in the old farmhouse, you are in the remarkably converted barn at the front end of the building. Through the high arched doors a splendid split-level living space ascends to old oak beams. The main floor, lit by that glazed barn door and high windows onto your private patch of wild garden, is where you will cook and eat and gather in unexpectedly urbane 1980s bucket chairs by the wood-burner; there’s underfloor heating, too. The mezzanine has two futons, a table and chairs for board games and super photographs of life in old Auvergne. Beyond, two snug bedrooms share a clever little grey-green bathroom where the bath is countersunk so that you shan’t bang your head when showering. The other shower and the laundry are in the basement. Nature is queen here and summons you forth whatever the weather; or explore those unspoilt villages and towns.