A poem written by a guest called Holly West, September 2011.
Ode to L’Age Baston
The month I came to heaven
This little rhyme
Tells of the time
I stayed with Alex and John
At the wonderful L’Age Baston
We did painting and biking
Learning and hiking
We did not too much thinking
Lots of eating and drinking
And sometimes just lay in the sun
At the wonderful L’Age Baston
There’s a river bank ride
Walks in French countryside
Maize and sunflower crops
(Lots of toilet stops!)
We’re always back for one
At the wonderful L’Age Baston
‘Cause when we hear the bell sound
We all gather round
We’re starting to dribble
Then sneaking a nibble
Before we know it’s all gone
At the wonderful L’Age Baston
Because the food is so good
Starter, main, cheese and pud
That we find we can’t stop
‘Til we’re full to the top
And we’ve put a stone on
At the wonderful L’Age Baston
But it’s not just the food
It’s also the mood
It’s the whole atmosphere
That makes our time here
Into a holiday ‘tres bon’
At the wonderful L’Age Baston
We talk as we dine
And drink too much wine
In the balmy evening air
Then we climb up the stair
And sleep for too long
At the wonderful L’Age Baston
The weather’s a treat
Though we melt in the heat
But a dip in the pool
Helps us to cool
Every day the sun shone
At the wonderful L’Age Baston
And we mustn’t forget
The sheep that’s a pet
Or the stars of the show
Napoleon and Picasso
And the tiniest cat bar none
At the wonderful L’Age Baston
Now we’re near the end of our stay
Soon we’ll be on our way
But we’re lighter in the mind
(And heavier in the behind)
With memories of fun
From the wonderful L’Age Baston
So to French verbs and giggles
Sore bums and scribbles
Please raise a toast
To your excellent hosts:
To Alex and John
And the wonderful L’Age Baston