Four families. Eight adults, seven kids. Beautiful, spacious, historic house. A week full of barbecues, red wine, lunch under the tree, white wine, sitting by the pool, rose wine, table tennis tournaments, beer, chickens on the outdoor rotisserie, cycling for baguettes, endless hide and seek, stroking the donkey (not a euphemism), dancing in the party room, ancient stone spiral staircases, fantastic weather and beautiful countryside all culminating in a ferocious synchronised swimming competition and some foully competed swimming races. A thousand memories and a million photos.
And as for Monsieur Courvasier - an absolutely perfect host. Never intrusive but there when you need him.