Today is Jan's birthday and we have arranged with Bar and Geoff to take a walk, on a limestone plateau, high above Sauve, a lovely little medieval village about 15 minutes away. It turns out to be a fascinating area with a ruined castle and what the signs refer to as La mer des Rocher, the sea of rocks. After an indecently long hike, we retraced our steps and enjoyed a beer, sitting under a hot sun, in the village square.
After lunch, and not satisfied with the previous Herculean feat, the more insane ones of the party (that is everybody except me) then suggest a hike over nearby mountains not far from our home. I knew something was wrong when we passed sherpas limping down the hill in the opposite direction. You may gather from this that I am not a natural hiker (and you'd be dead right) but plod on I did, up vertical cliff faces, passing the sun bleached skulls of exhausted mountain goats, stopping from time to time to staunch the flow of blood from an altitude induced nose bleed and pausing only momentarily to look around for a taxi.
Dinner tonight night was at Mas de Roux in Bragassargues. A four course, 20 euros menu with a choice of 4 different meats cooked over an open fire, cheese and pudding. How do they do it? Very good value.
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