Le Domaine des Rives Oubliées: A 26-Hectare Sanctuary Where Time Stands Still

Tucked at the end of a whispering cul-de-sac, where the Vendée’s golden light spills across 26 hectares of untouched splendor, *Le Domaine des Rives Oubliées* unfolds like a forgotten chapter of the French countryside. Here, the land breathes—meadows sway with fodder grasses, wooded glades hum with birdsong, and a silver ribbon of river, yours for a thousand linear meters, coils through the estate, its cool murmur a balm against summer’s heat. No flood has ever dared disturb this haven; the water stays obediently below, a private symphony for those who wander its banks.

The heart of the domaine is a residence of quiet grandeur (225 m²), where time slows in the embrace of a *Stovax Asgard* wood stove, its flames dancing across the 77 m² living space—a seamless tapestry of kitchen, dining, and lounge, all opening onto a sun-drenched terrace. The master suite (27 m²) beckons with a French door to the garden, its Italian shower and heated towel rail a sanctuary of modern indulgence. Above, a mezzanine office and billiard loft overlooks the great room, while three further bedrooms—one a 22 m² en-suite retreat with a freestanding bathtub—promise rest beneath rafters touched by the same hands that tended the estate’s recent renovations: new VMC, double-glazed PVC windows, and insulation as hushed as the surrounding woods.

Beyond the main house, a secondary dwelling (70 m²) waits, its monumental fireplace and roasting spit a nod to centuries of hearthside gatherings. Two bedrooms and a terrace-sheltered kitchen make it an effortless *gîte*—or a private refuge for guests who arrive via the controlled gate, past the stabilized courtyard where the scent of lavender mingles with the earthy musk of the barns. For here, the land works as it always has: a 330 m² barn with five stalls and birthing boxes, a 200 m² hangar, and paddocks fenced for horses that might one day graze the grasslands. A chicken coop stands ready; a 5,000 m² pond, secured and spring-fed, mirrors the sky.

The pièce de résistance? A 65 m² overflow pool, its submerged beach and salt-kissed waters heated beneath a retractable cover, flanked by a jacuzzi where the stars become your only witnesses. Two covered terraces offer respite from the sun, while a well and spring ensure the gardens stay lush—no detail overlooked, from the fiber internet to the three-phase EDF power humming unseen.

Yet for all its seclusion, the world remains at your fingertips. Challans’ charm is but 7km away, its markets and cafés a brief drive from your gate. In 15 minutes, the Atlantic’s embrace awaits—sandy shores, a marina, and an 18-hole golf course. Nantes’ airport lies 45 minutes distant; Paris, a mere four-hour journey. Here, between the river’s whisper and the ocean’s roar, is a life where the land answers to no one but you. The taxes? A modest €3,300. The legacy? Priceless.