Summer is coming to an end - whoo hoo! Walking season is here. It is a common misconception that the south of France is a great place to be in the summer. It is not. It is too damn hot to do anything. But come September, all the tourists bugger off home, the temperature drops and you can actually go out during daylight hours to enjoy the splendours of the the glorious landscapes down here.
It was quite a tough scramble to the top for little legs (and for big legs carrying little legs), but all little legs (and big legs) acquitted themselves admirably. And the views when you get to the top make it all worth while. We had our picnic by a natural wall of stone, complete with gateway, ideal for playing at orcs.
|Can you spot the orcs to the right of the gateway?|
|Orcs. And Nell.|
Each year we add a kilometre to our walks and yesterday took us to 8km. Despite this the kids spent the entire journey home giggling manically. That is the joy of getting out into the wide, open expanses of nature. Of pushing your body to do more that you thought it could. The adrenalin and sense of achievement leave you feeling elated.