Leaving Chanaz, I climbed up into the foothills overlooking the Rhône valley. In this grassy compound I found, as usual, the barking dogs...
... but also, bizarrely, a mute stuffed one in a tree...
I approached the tiny chapel of Orgeval...
... where I read this touching note, fixed between plastic strands of pink plastic roses ...
The Chemin enticed me onwards along its shady lanes...
Fields of maize gradually gave way to pastureland and vineyards. Here the grapes have been picked. But where are the grape pickers?
This was a lovely spot. Note the curving track, the cows and the sinuous line of the hill...
It was very warm and sunny - just a few clouds in a blue, blue sky. The views opened up - vast yet intimate panoramas like this...
It was a wonderful day. I see that I wrote in my diary: Do not forget such days. And: Remember this beauty.
5 comments:
Such a beautiful part of the world Robert and you had such incredible weather - maybe it is more predictable in the summer than it is here.
Dunno 'bout you, but when ever I look at pics that really remind me of a special day on the Camino...I feel my whole face get softer and my heart seems to squeeze just a little tighter and I breathe just a little deeper. Thanks for a peek at your moments.
Fabulous, I am very envious. The dogs remind me of Mr Hillaby brandishing his stick on his walk through Europe. I've encountered many a cur I've longed to nail to a tree...
I go away for a couple of days and come home to a Solitary Walkalanche. But I'm doing my best to catch up!
unforgettable! and the dog in the tree? mystifying. thanks
Yes, the weather was fabulous, Pat ... and Karin, how beautifully you describe my own feelings exactly ... and Goat, chained-up dogs are a constant theme of the Camino, and any walk, I guess. Only been bitten once however! Thanks for reading. Val - that big nailed-up cuddly-toy-dog was weird!
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