Get Sleepy: Sleep meditation and stories - A Lazy Day in the French Countryside
Episode Date: February 9, 2026Narrator: Arif Hodzic 🇺🇸 Writer: Angela Wood ✍️Sound effects: French town morning ambience 🇫🇷🐦 Welcome back, sleepyheads. Tonight, we’re taking a relaxing journey to a scenic... village in the south of France, to enjoy a lazy day by the river. 😴 Includes mentions of: Food, Cats, Walking, Shopping. Watch, listen and comment on this episode on the Get Sleepy YouTube channel. And hit subscribe while you're there! Enjoy various playlists of our stories and meditations on our Slumber Studios Spotify profile. Tonight's sponsor: Avocado Green Mattress. Certified organic mattresses - comfy and better for you and the planet. Visit avocadogreenmattress.com/getsleepy for up to 15% off. Get Sleepy Premium Get instant access to ad-free episodes and Thursday night bonus episodes by subscribing to our premium feed. It's easy! Sign up in two taps: getsleepy.com/support GIFT A SUBSCRIPTION to someone you love! 🎁 Get Sleepy Premium feed includes: Monday and Wednesday night episodes (with zero ads). An exclusive Thursday night bonus episode. Access to the entire back catalog (also ad-free). Extra-long episodes. Exclusive sleep meditation episodes. Discounts on merchandise. We’ll love you forever. Get your 7-day free trial: getsleepy.com/support. Connect Stay up to date on all our news and even vote on upcoming episodes! Website: getsleepy.com/ Facebook: facebook.com/getsleepypod/ Instagram: instagram.com/getsleepypod/ Twitter: twitter.com/getsleepypod Our Apps Redeem exclusive unlimited access to Premium content for 1 month FREE in our mobile apps built by the Get Sleepy and Slumber Studios team: Deep Sleep Sounds: deepsleepsounds.com/getsleepy/ Slumber: slumber.fm/getsleepy/ FAQs Have a query for us or need help with something? You might find your answer here: Get Sleepy FAQs About Get Sleepy Get Sleepy is the #1 story-telling podcast designed to help you get a great night’s rest. By combining sleep meditations with a relaxing bedtime story, each episode will guide you gently towards sleep. Thank you so much for listening! Feedback? Let us know your thoughts! getsleepy.com/contact-us/. Get Sleepy is a production of Slumber Studios. Check out our podcasts, apps, and more at slumberstudios.com. That’s all for now. Sweet dreams ❤️ 😴 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
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Tonight, we're taking a relaxing journey to a village in the south of France
to enjoy a lazy day by the river.
Set amid a backdrop of lush mountains, orchards, and romantic hillside chattos,
it's the perfect place to relax on a warm and sunny day,
unwinding amongst nature.
A big thanks to Angela.
and a reef, respectively, for the writing and narration of this story. We'll hear it shortly.
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Now, let's just take a brief moment to settle in and unwind.
Just make sure your body is resting comfortably and reassure your mind that it can switch off
and be free of thinking and problem solving at this time.
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Take a slow, deep breath in, filling your lungs all the way up.
Then, just as slowly, release the breath back out.
It's time to listen, relax and get sleepy.
So now, simply a just to just.
Enjoy the sound of a reef's voice and be transported to a charming French town as you prepare
to embark on your lazy day by the river.
It's mid-morning and the day is already lovely and warm.
The sun shines brightly in a cloudless blue sky.
are standing in the market square of a small French town, a sleepy, historic town, located several
miles north of the Mediterranean Sea. Today is market day, and this is the perfect place to gather
food for a picnic by the river. Town square is picture postcard pretty. It's surrounded by
pastel-colored houses, painted in alternating shades of peach, cream, and yellow.
Each building is no more than three stories high, and many feature wooden slatted shutters on the
windows. Quaint bistros and cafes occupy the ground floor levels, where people sit outside
sipping coffee, soaking up the atmosphere.
In the center of the square, you can see a carved stone drinking fountain.
It is said to hold some of the purest mineral-rich drinking water in the area.
Taking your water bottle from your wicker picnic basket, you unscrew the top, placing the bottle below the spout.
of the fountain. You fill it to the brim. This water will hydrate you throughout the day,
tucking the full bottle securely in your basket. You approach the first canopyed market stall,
one of around 20 in the town square. The first displays fresh lavender, arranged on a white tablecloth.
The friendly vendor tells you that she picked the bunches herself this morning.
From a farm located just two miles outside of town, the fragrance is calming and soothing.
You remember that some people put lavender by their bed or under their pillows to help them drift into a deep and dreamy sleep.
Next to the small purple flowers are jars of lavender infused honey, noting your interest.
The woman hands you a miniature jar as a gift.
You thank her for her kindness before moving on,
browsing the stalls to procure more tasty ingredients for your picnic.
The next stall is stacked with crates of juicy,
heirloom tomatoes, lettuce, and bulbs of garlic. Bunches of herbs are suspended on hooks above the tables.
The scents of rosemary, basil, and oregano linger in the air. A distinctive fragrance that from
this day forward will remind you of this French market. Other stalls nearby display wheels of
cheese, walnuts, bottles of olive oil from the region,
and the largest red strawberries that you have ever seen.
The kind of vendors of each stall,
realizing that you are having a picnic,
give you a little of everything for your delicious riverside feast.
As you leave the tranquil buzz of the marketplace behind,
you enter a narrow pedestrianized street.
Above, strings of colorful flags
are extended between opposite buildings.
The small flags billow and flutter in the gentle breeze.
They've been put up for a town festival
that is taking place at the weekend,
the left of the street,
next to a small art gallery is a boulangerie or bakery.
As there is no cue, you decide to enter.
A tinkling bell rings as you open the door to step inside.
The interior of the shop is charming and old-fashioned.
A sign on the wall tells you that the bakery has stood in this same space.
for over a hundred years.
Looking around,
you can see a traditional bread oven
to the rear of the shop
on the sloping shelves to your right.
Delicious, buttery pastries are displayed.
And on the walls to your left,
different types of bread
have been placed in shallow baskets.
The baker, a young man,
appears from the back of the shop.
He is very knowledgeable
and eager to tell you about the bread
that he baked earlier this morning.
He informs you that the most popular bread in the town
is called Panda Companion.
He points to a loaf on the shelf.
It has a thick crust
and is made with a combination of flowers.
If you prefer,
He says, the pan oliva, or sourdough bread, is also very good.
As it is made with cereals and whole grains, all of them smell absolutely divine,
and you find yourself spoiled for choice.
The young man smiles, catching sight of your picnic basket,
he tells you that a traditional French baguette is the perfect,
accompaniment. As it is the last one remaining, he pops it into your basket, along with a chocolate
pastry, which he wraps in brown paper. You thank him, and he responds by saying,
D'Hria, which means you're welcome in French. You notice that he has used the familiar phrase,
one that's usually used between friends and family.
Never before have you felt so welcome in a town.
The people are proud of their food heritage
and keen to share their stories with strangers.
Exiting the bakery,
you continue walking until you reach the end of the narrow street.
It is here that you catch your first glimpse of the river.
It is around 15 meters wide, and it winds deep into the French countryside.
This is the clearest water that you have ever seen, and the most unusual color, a crystal clear
emerald green.
Local people say that the green color comes from the vegetation that grows along the riverbed.
You step closer to the edge.
peering into the water as the sunlight catches the surface, tiny flecks of light, dance,
and sparkle like shimmering gemstones. To your left, there's a pathway. It leads out of the
town, passing numerous antique shops en route. The shops' wares spill onto the path, an eclectic
mix of treasures, ranging from mannequins wearing vintage clothing to old clocks, ornate vases,
furniture, and rare vehicle parts. A little further along, you can see pretty waterside restaurants
and crepeeries with tables and chairs arranged on elevated decking. Diner's are protected for
from the sun by open parasols along the wrought iron railings.
Boxes bloom with pink geraniums.
Across the stone bridge, on the opposite side of the river, it appears serene and calm.
Willow and alder trees set back from the water's edge are surrounded by grass that looks
like a soft green carpet.
There are no shops or restaurants,
just nature.
Carrying your full picnic basket,
you decide to cross the bridge.
When you reach the opposite side,
you turn left,
following the riverside pathway.
Tiny stones crunch beneath the soles of your sandals
as you walk,
as you reach the edge of the edge of,
of town and look across the water. You can see remnants of an old stone mill. Outside the mill
building is a huge wooden water wheel covered in vegetation. A sign by the river tells you that the
water wheel dates back over 300 years. It is a reminder of the region's industrial heritage.
The area was once a center for manufacturing paper, silk and wool.
At one time, there were more than 60 water wheels spanning the length of the river.
Today, scattered along the riverbank.
Some still functional, and others abandoned, like this one, covered in moss and tarnished
by time.
As you gaze upon the water wheel, you find yourself wondering what life would have been like back in those days.
During a time when boats navigated the river to collect goods from the mills and transport them from town to town.
You are brought back into the present moment by a sound at your feet.
Looking down, you notice.
a little tabby kitten.
The kitten has a lilac colored ribbon around her neck
with a silver disc attached.
You crouch down to read it,
and the kitten purrs,
looking at you curiously with eyes
the same color green as the river.
The disc tells you that the kitten's name is Lavand,
Lavender in French. You smile. The name is fitting, as there are so many lavender fields in this area.
As you stand back up, the kitten playfully bounds ahead. A few minutes later, she stops on a lush patch of grass
beneath a willow tree. This is the perfect location for your picnic, set slightly
back from the path and the water's edge. With uninterrupted views, you join Levant, placing your
basket down and slipping off your sandals. Beneath your bare feet, the grass is like a soft,
spongy carpet. You instantly feel grounded and connected to nature. You stand for a moment,
inhaling the scent of freshly cut grass
and looking across the river in the distance,
you can see fields with goats grazing in them.
And beyond, a grand chateau stands resplendently on a hilltop.
It's a romantic structure, centuries old,
and similar to the castles that you see in fairy tales.
with pointed turrets and tall arched windows on the upper floors.
Behind you, the rolling pastures lead to olive groves,
lavender fields and orchards,
before finally reaching the foothills of the towering mountains.
You take a thin linen blanket from the side pouch of your picnic basket,
and lay it carefully on the grass.
Instantly, Levant finds a sunny corner
and curls up into a tiny ball.
As she drifts into a comfortable slumber,
you arrange your feast on paper plates on the blanket,
while nibbling a chunk of the freshly baked baguette.
Then you lean against the trunk of the willow truce,
tree. The leaves above you drape like a fluttering canopy of shade as you stretch out your legs.
While reading your favorite book, you indulge in your feast, stopping every now and then
to gaze upon the river and surrounding scenery. Levant yawns widely and rolls over with one eye open,
observing you
before drifting back to sleep
you smile
grateful to be spending
your lazy day
in such a beautiful place
with a wonderful companion
when you have eaten
your last strawberry
you place your book
on the blanket
and venture towards the edge of the river
sitting on the grassy embankment
You dip your feet and legs into the clear emerald green water.
The water is cool and refreshing on your skin.
You begin to make slow, deliberate circles with your feet,
watching as the water changes and ripples into patterns with each movement.
The gentle splashing sound is so soothing.
The sun beams down, but it doesn't feel too hot.
Thanks to a light breeze, the temperature is just right.
A family of mallard ducks pass you by as you sit at the water's edge.
The males have a bright green plumage, and the females are brown, so it's easy to tell them apart.
The ducks drift along the river without a care in the world, seemingly unaware of your presence.
You sit for a while, basking in the sun's rays, before removing your legs from the water and returning to the picnic blanket.
Lavand the kitten is on her feet, stretching, ready to move on.
you pack everything back into your picnic basket
and take a long, slow sip of mineral water from your bottle.
The kitten knuckles your arm
before spotting something interesting in the distance.
You watch as she bounds away,
searching for her next adventure.
After slowly folding your blanket,
you secure it to the side of your body,
basket once again, when the area is clean and tidy. You stand up, ready to begin the next part of
your journey. But just as you're about to move on, a tiny yellow bird, a warbler, swoops down
and lands on a tree branch. It begins to sing the most melodic tune. It's a diverse and common. It's a diverse and
complex song that sounds a bit like a chirpy classical composition. The tune is too captivating
to walk away from. So you sit down again, leaning against the tree trunk, and allow the bird
to serenade you. The combination of lilting bird song and the gentle sound of the water
flowing soothes your mind. You look up to the branches.
of the willow, and smile at the little yellow warbler, bringing so much joy to everyone with its
songs, as the little bird ends its rendition and flies away to its next concert.
You find yourself turning to the tree, touching the bark, and closing your eyes,
you silently give gratitude for the welcome shade.
that it provided you. For a moment, you wonder how old the tree must be. Perhaps it has been here
for hundreds of years, documenting all of the changes along the river, slipping your sandals back on,
you leave the beautiful willow tree behind and begin to wander after several minutes of walking,
an orchard appears on your right.
Perfectly aligned rows of trees
are overflowing with ripe peaches.
A haired man is gathering the fruit from one of the trees,
assessing each piece for color, firmness, and aroma.
He waves when he sees you watching him at work.
He walks up to the fence,
and casually hands you a peach.
As you are still full from your recent picnic,
you thank him,
and say that you will eat it later.
Outley tells you that this is his family's farm.
Tomorrow, these peaches will be on the market stalls in town.
As he returns to his work,
you continue walking,
following the path by the river.
A campsite comes into view on the edge of the lavender fields.
The scent of the lavender evokes a sense of calm and relaxation,
and suddenly you feel rather tired.
The campsite would be a lovely place to stay.
But tonight, you have decided to treat yourself.
to a comfortable bed in a boutique farmhouse hotel close by.
As you approach the foothills of the mountains, the river weaves around to the left.
You look up the chateau that you saw earlier from afar is more magnificent than you could ever have imagined.
It is perched strategically on a flat peak
so that the occupants of old could see across the landscape for miles.
An ancient stone bridge leads to the other side of the river.
The sun begins to set and the skies turn from blue to orangey pink.
You cross the bridge and join a narrow pathway.
following the signpost to the farmhouse hotel.
As you enter through the gates into flower-filled gardens,
to your surprise, you see Levant sitting on a bench, licking her paws.
When she sees you approaching, she leaps off the bench and nozzles against your legs.
An elegantly dressed woman exits the front door of the house to greet you.
She introduces herself as Matilde, the owner, and smiles, saying that Levant has learned from her mother to find guests from the town
and guide them here.
Little kitten meows in agreement before running off to play.
with her mother, a larger tabby cat who is frolicking nearby in the wildflowers. You notice that the
farmhouse is very pretty. It's built from warm, honey-colored stone with lilac shutters to shade the windows.
The interior is accessed through a large arched doorway. It leads to a hall with checkered
tile floors and a dazzling crystal chandelier suspended from the ceiling.
The reception area on your right is a refined space featuring a small mahogany desk
with the brass bell on it.
Matilde hands you the key to your suite on the first floor and informs you that the
Riverside Bistro is open for supper, and that breakfast is served from 7 a.m.
You climb the staircase to the first floor, and turn the key to enter Sweet Number One.
It is opulent and generously sized, a large wooden four-poster bed, dressed in pristine white,
cotton sheets takes center stage. An antique sage green sofa with gilded claw feet is positioned
at the end of the bed. In the corner, a small writing desk and chair invites guests to write about
their day's experience by the river. The balcony doors are open, allowing airflow into the room,
and vual curtains billow softly in the breeze.
Through the delicate sheer curtains,
you can see that the skies are now dark.
You find yourself yawning.
The bed looks so cozy and inviting,
putting your picnic basket down on the desk.
You slip off your sandals
and step onto the cool marble floor.
Loose cotton pajamas have been placed on the four-poster bed.
You put them on and slowly climb between the freshly laundered sheets.
The mattress is firm but very comfortable,
appearing to mold to the shape of your body.
The bedside table next to you,
is a sprig of lavender alongside a bottle of mineral water and a crystal glass in case you need to quench your thirst.
Inhaling the fine perfume of the soothing lavender, you close your eyes, and as you drift off to sleep,
you find yourself recalling memories of the day.
Tabby Kitten who befriended you on your riversidewalk, the elderly man picking peaches in his orchard,
the warbler's bird song in the willow tree, and dipping your feet into the crystal in green river.
You also remember the kind fenders that you met in the marketplace this morning,
the local people who were passionate about sharing their food heritage with you
as you enter a land of slumber and dreams,
you realize that your adventure in this region of France
is far from over.
It is only just beginning to look forward to the joy and wonder
that tomorrow.
