Les Jardins Ramel
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... stags have just finished rutting too – what an eerie noise that is as it echoes across the valley. Clyde and Dodge continue to catch and eat the ‘rat moles’ that burrow in the field and we have a big wild fruit crop again; rose hips, sloes, holly berries and blackberries. Is this a sign? Not sure, but I have a funny feeling about this winter…..Meanwhile, I’ll continue to enjoy the 27 degrees I am currently writing this in.
... cut off but we had been finishing well within the time each day.
For each of the Haute Route events, the ‘Lanterne Rouge’ was a rider from the UK called Fergus who was multi lingual and seemed to convey his sense of humour in any language that he was using. He would often hurry ahead at the start and then tarry at a cafe waiting for the slower riders to pass. I chastised him on one event that he had the time to stop for coffee and we had to ...
... br> it is the worst summer for 50 years. The wheat harvest is so bad that they will
have to buy in supplies to keep the French in baguettes and the olive harvest
in both Spain and Italy is poor so the price of olive oil will go up. Fruit
harvests seem late too and I have just read that the honey production in the
Lot and Garonne is a catastrophe. September, however, has arrived with sun and
heat to a back drop of foliage beginning to ...
... and reminders were broadcast to the gathering throng. Intimidating? Just enough to get the heart rate up and tell you that it is time for another pee. There was a constant coming and going to the public washrooms on the edge of the square.
What to wear? How cold will it be at the top? Is the sun going to come out or might it rain? How hard should I go at the start? What power can I sustain for one and half to two hours? My legs are very sore and fell like cement. ...
... mournful Georgian chants as we passed over the narrow rock bridge into the grounds of the monastery.
We passed through the bustling but somehow characterless large town of Vielha and was thankful we'd not selected the Paradore here located a couple of kms out of the uninspiring try-hard modern-replica of an alpine village town and on a busy road. We travelled the remaining ten kms into the smaller village of Arties and immediately fell for the quaint and authentic ...