Posted on 9th Sep 2026

Posted on 9th Sep 2026

August flew by like a wooden high-speed train. Having wielded our trowels and concrete mixer and completed 90 per cent of the retaining wall work in July, we grabbed our carpentry tools with both hands: set squares, chisels, hammers, chainsaws, circular saws, hand saws, Japanese saws, clamps, an...

Posted on 4th Aug 2026

Our construction activities slowed down somewhat during June and July, as it has been a little bit hot... but we've kept going, undeterred! A number of amazing friends came to spend an active holiday with us this past month in Miramon. Starting with Val, Vincent and Jérémy, whose enthusiasm and go...

Posted on 18th May 2026

22 February 2026, midday The sun is shining brightly over Miramon. It’s really hot, so we’re glad we’ve brought our hats. Today, we have come with the intention of exploring and gaining a better understanding of this place – and connecting with it – through a slightly broader lens: our sensiti...

Posted on 27th Apr 2026

21 January 2026, late afternoon. “If you want to look after your trees, really, just leave them alone.” CM arrives on the hill half an hour late. A bit dishevelled, gentle, energetic, less burly than I’d imagined. Miramon welcomes him with a spectacular twilight fireworks display of clouds, go...

Posted on 31st Dec 2025

Prelude Our terrain is quite interesting. Miramon is perched on a small hill. Cycling here from the nearest village requires strong leg muscles, as the path winds up the mountain with almost no flat sections. Because of our elevated position, standing beneath the oak trees, you can gaze far into t...

Posted on 23rd Feb 2026

Monday, 16 February. Up at 6:30 a.m., slept poorly. The stress of a big day of travelling, which I was a little apprehensive about. Our main mission today: to pick up an umbrella... measuring 120 square metres. There are days like this that seem like imaginal cells, fractal images of the greater j...

Posted on 6th Jan 2026

It's official: yesterday, we signed the final deed of sale for a small plot of land in the Béarn foothills of the Pyrenees. A small piece of land, once covered in forest, where generations of sheep have grazed and which has been watched over for centuries by seven majestic oak trees. A place called...

Posted on 31st Dec 2025

How did I end up here in Miramon? In order to answer this question, I will have to go back to the summer of 2008, my first year in high school. At that time I had not yet realized that my three year curriculum consisted of two years of learning new materials and one year of intense exam preparati...