Le Mas
Ideally located between sea and mountains in a rich and generous scrubland, the MAS DE LA DRAILLE stands at the crossroads of the most beautiful sites in the region.
The MAS is located:
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30 minutes from the center of Montpellier
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At the foot of the PIC SAINT LOUP
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40 minutes from the sea (Palavas, Carnon, La Grande Motte…)
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45 minutes from Cévennes
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The Mas is a big family house, open to nature and built to preserve coolness in summer and heat in winter. All are invited to live and act in an eco-responsible way. Pull shutters at the hottest hours of summer days, open them wide at night to catch the cool breezes... this is the way we revisit the gestures of the old way of life.
The paths of the estate overlooking the Pic St Loup give our visitors the opportunity for relaxing walks: to discover the scrubland, sit on a bench at the foot of an old oak, listen to the wind in the leaves, be lulled by the song of cicadas in summer, or simply lie in the shade for a good nap.
Get to know the inhabitants of the Mas: The horses (Roxane, Lulu and Havanna), Gigi the sweet donkey, the two Rhodesian Ridgebacks Madiba and Masai, the little Yorkie Asterix, and finally, the five hens that generously provide good eggs. In winter, enjoy the possibility to relax in front of the fire.
From the MAS, you can escape 5o the wine trail of Pic Saint Loup, wander between vineyards and scrubland and discover our beautiful region.
Or simply stroll in our park of 8 acres of wild scrubland, on trails between pines, oaks and cades, colorful spring flowers of the terrain.
La Draille
For centuries, flocks of sheep were housed in winter in the sheepfolds on the plains of Languedoc and climbed to higher ground in the summer, around May 25, by paths that are called "Drailles", to graze freely around the river Aigoual. Few still make this trip on foot, preferring trucks to transport their animals. The shepherds call the Drailles "the paths that lead to heaven". The Mas is built on the edge of a draille. In winter and spring we can still hear the bells singing the passage of the great flock of the shepherd of Viols in Laval, grazing in the surrounding scrublands.
