Today Mark and I went for our annual walk.
When we came to live here we said we would go for a proper, meaning walking boots, maps bags, sort of walk every week. We didn't. Then it became every month and we didn't — I seem to remember once going up Bugarach. So once a year or so . . .
This year it was 'Le Plateau de Sault' a stunning piece of the Aude way way up into the mountains before the real Pyrenees. It was so wonderful: no mobile signal. no cars, no adverts, no shops, just birds of prey, a few cattle, sheep, and lots of vast open spaces. We followed a very out of date walking guide and got lost but it didn't matter. Had a nice lunch despite the woman looking at Mark as if he had come to do a tax inspection her when he said he was vegetarian. The P de S is famous for potatoes and we hoped to do some spud tasting and possibly buy some but no one seemed around at the various farms with signs suggesting the purchase of said tubers. In fact there didn't seem to be anyone anywhere.
Went on to Belcaire which has a strange outcrop of rock behind the church with an exciting crop of antennae and no messing iron cross complete with Christmas star.