330 miles and 14 000 metres!

So sorry for the lack of communication.  I have been somewhat sidetracked by the World Cup.  Those who know me will be surprised but largely immobilised in front of the television I'm kind of subject to whatever is on, and with at least 2 football fanatics in the house with me most of the time, that's kind of a foregone conclusion.  Recognising that, and in the spirit of parents trying to keep a child occupied with a holiday scrap-book, two of my sons persuaded me to start a new blog - the World Cup from the perspective of an almost-60 yr old woman who knows nothing about football and has almost as little interest.  Well, the tactic has worked.  I'm much more involved in it than I ever thought I'd be, and am finding some of the reporting and peripheral subject matter really quite interesting.  So far I have managed to blog daily from the first match - general ill-informed ramblings, but then, that's perhaps not so different from what I see from the professionals.  If you're interested its at www.mumsworldcup.blogspot.com, but I would caution you not to have high expectations.

As for the Pyrenees, with the sun shining here and me starting to get a bit restless, I'm so missing the mountains but am not as disappointed now by the accident as I thought I'd be.  I have had 5 fantastic weeks and will go back for the remaining 3 weeks, probably next year.

So, what did I do in those 5 weeks:

• I left St Jean de Luz, Pays Basque on Tuesday 27th April and stopped just short of Aulus-les-Bains, Haute Ariege on Wednesday 2nd June.
• I walked about 330 miles, and climbed a total of around 14,000 metres (more than 1.5 times the height of Everest!)
• I walked through the Pyrenees Atlantique (Pays Basque, Bearn), Hautes Pyrenees, Haute Garonne and Haute Ariege.
• I stayed in hotels, chambres d'hotes, gites d'etapes, gites and private homes.  I received a great welcome wherever I went.
• I particularly enjoyed walking and/or meeting up with friends and family, spending time with people I met along the way and the times (lots of them) when I was alone.  The solitude was a very special part of the trip.  Just as well as it was a bit early in the season and there weren't many other walkers around on the route I was following.
• It made a big difference having contact with friends and family at home.  I really appreciated all the messages I received.
• I had good times and bad times.  Not all days had bad moments; all days had good moments.
• There were real times of challenge where I thought I might have bitten off more than I could chew.  It proved not to be the case and the sense of achievement afterwards was amazing.
• I was revelling in the freedom of the experience and the impact it was having on my mind and body, but I was really looking forward to the final 3 weeks, during most of which I would be accompanied by a succession of family members.  I am disappointed I didn't get that far.
• I would happily do it all again, but would change certain elements of the trip.  I will definitely tackle the final stretch in the near future.

There are more detailed thoughts and reflections to come, along with the photos. Organising my thoughts is proving almost as difficult as organising the photos so it may take a while.  Please bear with me and keep checking back periodically.  For now, a couple of photos from the day of my biggest mental challenge - from Germ to Lac d'Oo

 Looking back down the valley towards Germ            

 The Col d'Esquierry - my route towards a steep descent to the next valley

         

Looking back

I've started sorting through the hundreds of photos I've taken on the iphone and my camera. There's a bit of work to do to make them presentable but I'll start uploading them in batches as I work through them.

Looking back over the five weeks of walking is weird - it seems such a long time ago that I left St Jean de Luz with Graham.  Every photo brings a moment of reflection but they remind me that whatever the day brought, there was always something positive in it - a message to remember for everyday life back home. Perhaps I'll record some of those reflections over the next few days - they encompass such a range of emotions and subjects I don't want to loose them when I get back into everyday life.

For the moment, here's a taster of the photos:

Starting by the Atlantic in Ciboure (by St Jean de Luz) on a glorious day
(27th April 2010)

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 First sight of Sare, a beautiful Basque village

St Jean Pied de Port

 

 Les Baronnies - Chateau de Mauvezin

Tested by the woodland - this doesn't show the worst of the devastation but the rocks added to the difficulty.

Col d'Esquierry - my biggest mental challenge

Seix - fast running water was a recurring theme

But it was the woodland that led to this, though it happened on a relatively easy stretch.

(3rd June 2010)

Room 404 - The final room with a view

Never before have I been in a hospital room with such a wonderful view - not that I've been in many hospital rooms.  Just a pity that the lovely weather waited until I was confined to barracks.

L'Esprit de Montagne

I'm back home now. Have been for almost a week and have started getting a bit more mobile and less tired. Walking up and down mountains is much easier than shuffling around a house on crutches.

Thanks are overdue to everyone who helped when I found myself stuck on the mountain, and that's the purpose of this blog:

- Ben was a star; setting off down the mountain when we found we couldn't raise anyone by phone. I worried that he would himself have an accident on the way, which would leave us in a much worse position, but intermittent text contact when bubbles of reception allowed kept me reassured. When he could he contacted the Gite d'Etape in Aulus les Bains (via James at home) who called the emergency services. Eventually and after not insignificant battles with fallen trees he arrived in Aulus.

- the bar in Aulus (sorry, don't know the name) which was Ben's first port of call; not for a drink but because that was the first sign of life. They were very helpful and hospitable even though very busy trying to finish their restaurant ready to open for the peak of the season.

- Helene and Christophe at the Gite d'Etape Le Presbytere in Aulus. This had been our destination for the night. Helene and Christophe (and others in the community) were very supportive to Ben, who stayed in the Gite for nothing that night (to be rectified as soon as I can get something in the post).

- the rescue services; the local police who spoke to Ben but more importantly the Secours de Montagne (part of the Gendarmerie) from Tarbes who came out by helicopter in the dark to find me and plucked me off the mountainside through the trees. Scary but I felt in such safe hands.

- the staff at the hospital in St Gaudens, all of whom were warm and friendly, caring and very competent, without exception, even to the point of giving me and Ben a lift to the station when we left the hospital because they weren't able to track down a taxi in time for the train we were hoping to catch!

- the staff at the Courtyard Marriott near Toulouse Airport, who also couldn't do enough for me, from allocating the most convenient room, to paying for a taxi when there was no navette available to bring me back to the hotel from the airport after the abortive first attempt to leave.

And that really sums up the kind of welcome I've received wherever I have been in the Pyrenees - "l'esprit de montagne" has made my trip what it was. I will be back.

....as did snow

...although it caused no problems, unlike the wretched trees!

Water featured large on Wednesday

Up in the clouds ...

...just minutes after Ben and I arrived st the top on Tuesday to a
spectacular view. Sorry we couldn't capture it for you.

That's just too much excitement for one day

Day 37 Wednesday 2nd June
St Lizier d'Ustou to Aulus les Bains 7miles

Time to explain the silence of the last 24 hours. On the face of it we
expected this stage to be tough but probably slightly easier than the
previous one - only 7 miles, slightly less ascent and no obvious
excessively steep slopes. All went really well, if slow at times due
to the gradient of climb and some fallen trees early on as well as the
kind of rocky terrain that had slowed Graham and me one day during the
first week. We passed some spectacular water features as well as a
really pretty ski resort. The downfall, literally, came on a
moderately straight-forward part of the descent just 3 km from Aulus
les Bains. I caught my foot under a tree root and fallen hard and
awkwardly and it wouldn't bear any weight. Suffice to say, for now,
that Ben made a heroic descent of the remaining woodland, littered
with trees, and alerted the emergency services with help from James at
home while I unpacked all my warm clothes and turkey blanket and
wrapped myself up while I waited for someone to return. There was only
feeble and very occasional mobile reception, so next to useless. Ben
left me just before 7pm. The helicopter arrived just before 10.
I now have a plaster on my ankle and am with Ben in a hotel at
Toulouse airport ready to fly back tomorrow, disappointed to be
leaving 3 weeks of unfinished business but so glad that this happened
when ben was walking with me rather than being alone, and that i was
lucky enough to have the five weeks I've had before I was stopped in
my tracks.
More later but it's time to crash out now. Walking on crutches is just
sooo tiring.

Briefly...

Day 36 Tuesday 1 June
Seix to St Lizier d'Ustou 11 miles

In brief Ben and I had a fabulous day. Walking was tough - over 1000 m
of ascent and almost as much descent and gradients were steep or flat.
But scenery made up for it and we loved the Gite d'Etape at St Lizier
d'ustou.

When did you last hitch a ride?

Day 35 Monday 31st May
Seix / St Girons / St Lizier
This time my bus arrangements worked better. Checked out of one hotel,
delivered my rucksack to the next and at the busstop with others in
good time for the bus - scheduled for 9:25 but apparently could come
up to 15 mins either side of that. A pleasant half hour ride and I was
in St Girons. Having checked in at the tourist office I thought I'd
take the 2km walk to St Lizier and have a picnic there then get a
coffee or a beer. Ha ha. It's Monday and it is only May. More fool me
to expect anything to be open!
Still, I had a sandwich with me and it is a really pretty village so I
wasn't disappointed. It's known for it's cathedral and bishops palace
- both currently undergoing restoration so not open to visitors. Oh
well!
I trundled back to St Girons to fill the time til Ben arrives. And
while doing so and making the most of the sightseeing opportunities I
failed to see that the tiny kerb on the bridge had suddenly become a
big one, and off I fell causing lots if consternation. No real harm
done - just another bruise to add to the collection.
When Ben arrives we have to decide whether to take the tourist office
advice and thumb a lift back to Seix or get a taxi. I'm not at all
sure I'm up for flagging down a vehicle and asking for "Seix" and I'm
even less keen to encourage my son to do so. I think it might be a taxi.

Arriving in St Lizier

A touch of local colour

Sorry, a bit mean I know, but he was being such a poser 2 feet from me
at the bus-stop with his green umbrella, red and patterned fleece,
mutlicoloured trousers and panama hat I just couldn't resist. Missed
his head, which was a shame, but it might have been just too obvious
and at risk of being thumped.

What happens to everyone on a Sunday?

Day 34 Sunday 30th May
Esbints to Seix - 4 miles!
Well, that wasn't too much effort. It would gave been a little longer
had I been able to use the path instead of the road.
Seix is a very attractive large village, busy on a Sunday morning/
lunchtime, dead thereafter.
Unfortunately the hotel i'm staying in for Monday night is closed for
three days before that so I can't have both nights there. So Sunday
night was spent at the place I had lunch - the Auberge de Mont Valier
- and very good it was too. I think the owner found me a bit of a
curiosity, or felt sorry for me, as I had a complimentary glass of
wine with my lunch. In spitenof plans for a light picnic later in the
day, I had to eat there in the evening as well as there was nothing
else open. He did me a salad, presented it with another free wine and
then when I asked for a "grand cafe crème decaféiné" it was really
"grand" - in a breakfast cup, ie at least twice the usual quantity. I
feel a bit mean not staying there a second night bit arrangements were
already made
And the other hotel looks good too, and it's cheaper. I'll just have
to keep my head down when I get back to Seix later with Ben.

Esbints

In the middle of nowhere and very simple, Esbints is a littkle gem.
Gilla has retired from her shepherd duties and concentrates on Gite
stuff. she's german, was a teacher but got fed up with being a german
civil servant and ended up 33 yrs ago down here with the sheep. Now
she seems to take charge of al Gite activities in the area -
unoficially of course. Anyway, the Gite is a one up one down converted
barn with a selection of double & single bunks sleeping 10 and some
seating and balcony upstairs plus an outside loo, and kitchen/dining
space and shower downstairs. She provides meals for walkers who stay,
in her own kitchen, all organic and local. Good food and atmosphere is
very special. Candlelit breakfast not because of lack of electricity
but because it makes it feel warmer and more welcoming. And she also
makes it her business to know about the state of paths, gites etc in
the area and gave me loads of info about where to go and where not to.
Gilla's husband and son are both shepherds and are currently preparing
for the move to summer pastures - the Estives - the annual
Transhumance of the animals higher up the mountains. They leave with
their own sheep and flocks from other shepherds to spend the summer in
their cabane in the mountain, only to come down from time to time for
a couple of hours to collect food supplies firnthwmselves and their
dogs. A strange kind of life for everyone.

The view from the wifi hotspot

Glad I got down early from the mountains

Today's hotel room

On the left, with blue shutters

No shortage of white water in Seix

Saturday evening's welcoming committee

The next generation of "Petit Berger de Pyrenées"

Another room with a view

This from the Gite d'Esbints, which I'm sharing with two others, as
yet unseen. The roof is that of the owners house below.

Roll with the dice

Day 33 Saturday 29th May
Argien to Esbints 9 miles and a taxi ride
In spite of things not going to plan it's been a really enjoyable day.
Overnight was fine and the morning clouds disappeared almost like
magic during the first hour of walking. Audressein was a pretty
village and the walk from there to castillon was lovely, along some GR
path or orner. Not sure which. I popped onto the Tourist Office to
check out accommodation options. Just as well. My planned stop for the
night, about 6km further on, no longer functioned and the next one was
the one I'd planned for tomorrow. Even then it would have been >11
miles and almost 1000 of ascent. That would have made a completely
inrealistix day but I didn't really want to stop at midday and even
then have 15 miles to so tomorrow. So, I hopped into a taxi up to Lac
de Bethmale and walked from there - a much more realistic option. So,
here I am at the Gite d'etape at Esbints one day early. The most basic
one so far (one loo out the back and one rather beaten up shower) but
it has a rustic charm and is clean. And there are lambs and puppies to
play with.
The walk itself has been great. Some road but not too much, GR10 not
too cluttered with trees and some lovely views and villages. And I saw
another couple of deer. Haven't seen a brown bear yet though. Not sure
if I'm glad or disappointed.
Tomorrow is a very easy day - just 5 miles or so down into Seix. And
then I will have a touristy day in St Girons on Monday while I wait
for Ben to arrive. What could be better than that?

Road or Gr10

See the sign? And can you see the incline? And into a wood! No thanks.
Even roads are better than that.

Lac de Bethmale

Beautiful. I'm definitely glad indecloned the taxi driver's offer to
take me right to the top of the pass.

Audressein - Relay Entre Deux Rivières

...where I could have stayed had i still had legs and energy for 3
more km on Friday.

Audressein - the first village I passed through on Saturday morning

It was really pretty and this view greeted me as I arrived.

St Lary where I'd planned to stop for Friday night

...but becaus of the lift it was only lunchtime. Had a good lunch
though.

Castillon

...is lovely and I was tempted to stay, bit it was much too early and
would have made tomorrow much too long.

Just another day

Day 32 Friday 28th May
Col de Menté to Argien 14.5 miles plus about 5 in a van!
Expected to be a bit of a slog along windy roads with no villages
until the last quarter and included the climb to Col de Portet
d'Aspet, another of the steep climbs on the Tour de France route. But
after walking down 600m from the Col de Menté I was offered a lift. In
the end I was dropped off about 15 minutes later at the Col de Portet
d'Aspet, saving me about 5 miles and a 450m climb. As a result I
arrived at my destination at lunchtime. It didn't look quite the place
to spend half a day so j has lunch and then continued for a further
couple of hours.
It gives me a nice short day tomorrow to explore one or two of the
villages en route. I'm told the weather will be a bit better tomorrow
and I may give the paths another chance. Road walking is quicker but
much harder on the feet and joints, especially for a descent.
Not much esle to say, really. It's been rather a dull day in all
senses and I have felt physically and mentally weary. Looking forward
to something a bit more lively or interesting tomorrow.

Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible

Because of problems with wifi it looks as though some of the recent
posts have come through in a strange order. Sorry about that. I'll
have a go at sorting it out when I next get internet access.

Another day on the road

Day 31 Thursday 27th May
Burgalays to Col de Menté 6 miles plus some more in the car.

How glad I was to get a lift down to St Béat. It would have been quite
horrendous walking. The uphill stretch from there to the col was
demanding physically but relaxing mentally as I wasn't in those
wretched woods and the road was quiet. I took it quite gently and as
time went on the increasing wind and cloud cover managed to keep me
cool. Having got to the col today fairly easily it leaves me with a
more manageable target tomorrow. It would otherwise have been one of
the longer ones.
Otherwise nothing much to report. The Gite d'Étape seems fine if a bit
chilly and quite quiet and in theory there is wifi but in practice
it's a bit reluctant to communicate. Ah well.

A helping hand

I had finally had enough of the trials
and tribulations of the miles and miles of woodland paths and decided
to walk from Burgalays along the roads, but my hosts were worried
about the safety of walking where the mad Spanish lorry drivers
hurtled around the windy roads and offered to take me as far as
St Béat where the worst of the road walking ended. That left me with
this!

A warm welcome and exceptional food in Burgalays

Jean-Jacques and Marie-France, who looked after me so well at La
Candariou in Burgalays.

A new location for Larkrise?

There were dozens of ruined buildings along the last part of my path.
Quite eerie.

Looking back at Luchon half an hour after leaving

First impressions are often wrong.

Day 30 Wednesday 26th May
Bagneres de Luchon - Burgalays 9 miles
After such a good time in Luchon it was hard to leave and my body took
a while to get into it's stride. The day was one of 3 parts really.
The first part along paths through woods halfway up the valley side
was slow and frustrating. There is so much debris on the ground and
huge trees across the paths, progress was really slow. Eventually the
path dropped to valley floor level and became more sensible so my
speed increased. then after crossing the valley and cutting a corner
by doing a bit of road walking it was back to the woods. Where it
wasn't obstructed by debris it was very overgrown with grass and
nettles,along it difficult to see the signs and also painful at times,
not to mention the sticks that set out to attack when given the chance.
The bonus of this last stretch though was seeing a couple of large
deer - possibly Isards. Once again they spotted me first so no photos
I'm afraid.
Then I arrived at the chambres d'hotes - Le Calandariou - ready to
relax. The welcome was warm and after a full tour of the stables
they'd converted to guest accommodation followed by a drink and
introductions to various relatives visiting for a fee days I was left
to relax until dinner. I was expecting a fairly subdued evening with
run of the mill food. I couldn't have been more wrong. Marie-France
had prepared a meal which would have done a good class restaurant
proud. And the verbal ping-pong, jokes etc throughout the meal were
very amusing. Everyone took a lot of trouble to make sure I could
follow and participate. It was a riot. The evening flashed by and I
crashed out instantly afterwards.

Ready for part 2?

Day 28 Tuesday 25th May
Bagnères de Luchon - rest day
End of Week 4: 260 miles

It has been a near perfect rest day. The morning was a relaxing and
enjoyable outing to visit nearby sights with Marie-Agnes, Martine,
Joel and Jean-Marie, from Champagne. If any of the 4 of you are
reading this, thank you so much to all of you. The day would have been
less fun without your company and kindness, for sure.
We visited "Hospice de France" which housed refugees from the Spanish
civil war but it's been recently restored and looks very new so not
very evocative of the time. It was interestisng though and in a
beautiful spot in the mountains. On the way back down we went to the
Vallée de Lys and probably the most spectacular waterfall of the trip
so far - the Cascade d'Enfer (Hell's Waterfall). And of course in true
French style my hosts were well prepared with champagne chilled in
mountain snow collected yesterday. It will be difficult to get back to
water and baguette tomorrow.
Since then I've offloaded a little more weight onto the postman,
raided the bank, rinsed half the mountainside out of my walking gear
and done quite a lot of people watching along with the occasional
blackcurrant sorbet. And I've even quite enjoyed the piped music along
the main street, courtesy of the Mairie I assume. I am well and truly
chilled and ready for week 5 and the second half.
No photos for the moment I'm afraid as no wifi available.

True French hospitality makes my day

I had planned to take the cable car to the top this morning but as
it's between winter and summer seasons it's not running. Without
hesitation the two couples I'd been talking to last night offered to
take me with them and then drop me back in Luchon before continuing on
their way. I had a delightful morning with Martine, Jean-Marie, Joel
and Marie-Agnes. As you can see from the photo they were well
supplied. They were kind enough to share a glass of champagne with me,
nicely chilled by snow collected from the mountains yesterday.

From my bedroom window in Luchon

First sight of Luchon

Slightly closer view of my bedroom on Sunday night

Granges d'Astau

Looking back to where I'd spent Sunday night from part way down from
Lac d'Oo

No GR10 but made up for in other ways

Day 27 Monday 24th May
Granges d'Astau - Luchon via Lac d'Oo 12 miles
Overnight accommodation was good and I slept soundly til the fire
alarm woke me (but not before 7.30). Going via the GR10 was definitely
not an option as the snow conditions made it too dangerous. Plan B was
perfectly acceptable though - walk up to Lac d'Oo for coffee then come
back down and continuenon lower paths through or bypassing small
villages to reach Luchon by a lower path. It worked well. Lac d'Oo was
well worth the effort and I considered taking my rest say there, bur
there was too little to do and too little company. I spent a good hour
there though before setting off on the descent. Lunch stop for a
picnic was in the village of Oô. Very pretty with lovely stone picnic
tables by the river - all in full sun of course. As it was already
nearly 30C the bus shelter came into it's own again and
I played the vagabond, making making myself comfortable with bootsnofd
and feet up. Locals were very apologetic for disturbing me when they
came with their rubbish to the nearby collection point. Then a
pleasant but long hot walk through the trees to Luchon. Why is it thar
the last hour or so seems so long. And what's the point of a zig zag
path that goes almost horizontally until the last moment then suddenly
dramatically down. Just triples the distance you need to walk.
Luchon made a good impression and I found a simple but friendly and
comfortable hotel on the church square, a bit off the main drag. It
didn't take long to settle into the "time off" mode. The evening meal
was good and the company very congenial as i got into conversation
with 2 charming french couples from the Champagne region. They are
doing an express crossing of the Pyrenees in the opposite direction to
me - and taking just a week instead of 2 months.

And once past the point of no return...

The spectacular scenery was worth the effort, although the photo
doesn't do it justice.

...or head on into the snow?

My path would take me through the middle of the path to a steep
descent the other side, which I was assured was clear of snow problems.

Time to decide - retrace my steps across the grass back to Germ or ...

>

Into the mountains but not over the hill!

Day 26 - Sunday 23rd May
Germ to Granges d'Astau 9 miles
Today was finally going to be the first day on the GR10 since St Jean
Pied de Port and I was really looking forward to it. I had a degree of
concern about the snow conditions though sonwas glad there were a
number of people in the Gite and out on the first partnod the route
whose brains I could pick. Trouble is, everyone has a different view
and you have to decide who to trust. In the end it has to be yourself.
The general opinion was that the snow would be troublesome but
probably not dangerous but the only way to tell would be to get a bit
closer to be able to see if it was possible to find a path between the
snowy patches and through the fringes of the snow. So I set off on a
steep long climb knowing that I might well reach 1900m and decide to
turn back. And by golly that climb was tough, with about 15kg on my
back. Once I reached the snow it looked possible but not certain. The
best bit of advice I was given was to remember that going up a snowy
slope is difficult, coming down alone and with the equipment I had is
impossible. The decision to go beyond the point of no return is hard
to take. It coincided with a long break. But the feeling of elation
that it was actually possible once I'd worked out a path through was
incredible. I wanted to shout it from the mountain tops, but the phone
network wouldn't let me.
So, finally, several hours later I'd reached over 2100m and gathered
my strength for a slow, steady but steep descent of 1000m. It was a
good but windy path through woods and apart from yet more trees across
paths it was quite straightforward.
10 hours after I'd set out from Germ i arrived at the Gite Auberge
d'Astau 3km short of my planned destination (and 400m lower). They had
a room free so I took it. No decision to be made. My legs had had it;
but it felt so
good. This was why I was doing the trip - I never wanted it all to be
easy.

One more river to cross

> This was the start of a long hard day on the GR10. Initially
> smallish water courses but as I got higher and closer to the snow
> they became wider and much fuller and faster flowing and very
> frequent. All beautiful, many impressive, but there's only so many
> photos of running water you can take.
>

Lac d'Oo - 1500m

I should have been here for the night but my legs wouldn't cope with 3
km more and 400m of ascent. New plan because of snow "on the line" -
coffee here then back down to village of Oô and lower path to Luchon.
I may stay for lunch though; it's so beautiful.

Up to 1300m and back to the GR10

> Day 26 Saturday 22nd May
> Arreau to Germ 9 miles
> It's been a very strenuous day with lots of ascents and descents and
> very hot but luckily much of the walking was through oak woods once
> I'd got the first 4 miles on the road out of the way. There's a lot
> to be said for walking in woods when the sun is beating down but it
> does have it's disadvantages - it cuts down the breeze and if the
> ground is covered with a thick layer of dried leaves it's difficult
> to keep your footing. There's also the issue of getting round all
> the fallen trees making it all much more physical. But I wouldn't
> have missed it for the world. The views have been spectacular and
> I've finished up after 8 and a half hours of walking surrounded by
> magnificent mountains. This is what I've come for.
> And I've passed through Mont, a village I visited first in 1964 on
> a French exchange and formed a lasting and very close relationship
> with the family who unfortunatley weren't here today but it was
> still an emotional moment.
> Tomorrow will be another challenging day - about the same distance,
> over 1000m of ascent and descent (taking me to over 2100m) and more
> high temperatures. And it looks as though less of it will be through
> trees so less shade. So I'm planning an early start with a 7am
> breakfast and am therefore about to crash out once I've got the wifi
> to work.

Evening - from my bedroom window

Mont - the church is famous for it's external paintings

This is what i've come for

To pines - much easier on the feet

From oak woods....

This one was even more troublesome

Like climbing through a tree from the top down.

Nothing like making life difficult

Today begins - the Vallée de Louron