We have been walking in the mountains whenever we can -- the weather is unpredictable at this time of year and I am practising my French by translating the weather predictions -- they are published every morning in the village square.
Three days ago we went on a fantastic walk among the peaks -- we walked all around a huge peak called the Pic de Midi d'Ossau - you can see it in the background of some of the photos. We really feel as though we are on the roof of the world -- there are snow capped mountains all around.
We take a picnic of local sheep's cheese (Brebis), bread (baguette), saucisson (Salami), salad and walnuts and usually find a spectacular site for lunch. Ash is doing very well and we have done some good long walks with plenty of climbing. Yesterday after another wonderful picnic we walked into a storm with rain, hail and thick mist -- we lost the trail and ended up descending a very steep, slippery, densely forested mountainside. Luckily we had plenty of daylight left and we knew roughly where we were -- we just didn't know where the track was. At one stage Ash slipped and grabbed a hazel branch, the branch broke and Ash landed in the mud and rocks -- he bounced up with the branch in his hand saying "He cut and peeled a hazel wand" -- a line from a W B Yeates poem we read together.
We found our way down eventually a bit wet and muddy.
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