The Welsh Nationalist owners, try to convert local French people to their Gaelic ways. Lynne wears a 'cariad', a heart locket made from Welsh gold. Even the menu is Welsh, including Welsh Beetroot Soup from Barry Island, and Welsh Dragon Salad. A bit cheeky - France is soooo patriotic over its own cooking.
Everyone enjoys the Welsh village atmosphere, and Welsh musicians. Happy al fresco dining in the warm summer air included discussing the spirits and ghosts seen by diners.
One lady had a female spirit in her house. It only appeared after her house was "cleansed of spirits" by a medium. Not long after, the TV kept going silent, as a smell of rotting seeds appeared in the room with the apparition.
A man had seen or felt many ghosts. Twice he ran away from graveyards, frightened by what he saw or felt.
A woman was hit behind the legs and pushed downstairs twice by the evil spirit of a previous male owner of her property, who hadn't wanted to leave.
It was and interesting evening, not the least because over the next two days I saw one of these 'ghosts' too!
The next day, standing in a garden near some steps, I felt electrical sensations enter me. The tingling stayed in me, a negative, threatening tingle. I waited for about 30 seconds, feeling horrible sensations, checking if the sensations were of 'me' - or not. They were not of my body. Something, some spirit had entered me - and tried to push me down steps.
I remembered the spirit that pushed the lady downstairs. Resistance... After I'd felt it for long enough, I released it. It felt like a negative spirit energy. Spirit release therapy helped it to its appropriate Light. Hopefully the spirit will now be happier, and the landowner will not be pushed downstairs again.
That evening we sat under the gazebo by the pool, eating home-made English fruit and Victoria sponge cakes. The evening was as warm and as still as a dying person. Suddenly Kathy and I smelled the most beautiful smell you can imagine, like a bunch of hand-picked wild flowers. It was strong, overpowering, and wafted around for about a minute.
Kathy had never sensed it before. Nothing in her garden had that smell. The beautiful smell disappeared as fast as it came. But before it disappeared, I saw the beautiful figure of female goddess. It was as if she'd come to replace the negative spirit, to stop it pushing anyone downstairs, to provide good high vibes to the garden from now on.
With all the stories of ghosts and spirits local villagers have seen, it seems I might be busy here...