I’ve never done anything but dream. This, and this alone, has been the meaning of my life. My only real concern has been my inner life. FERNANDO PESSOA

Sunday, 3 June 2012

Dandelions And Daffodils

Fields full of dandelions...


... gradually gave way to fields full of daffodils...


In La Chaze-du-Peyre I picnicked on some stone steps in the village square and watched a craftswoman fit sections of new or repaired stained glass into the octofoil window of the church...


I remembered that the last time I'd been here a small dog had sneaked up behind me and snapped at my ankles, tearing a hole in my trousers.  I'm lucky, because this is the only time a dog has tried to bite me during all my Caminos.

Between La Chaze-du-Peyre and Lasbros stands the tiny Chapelle de Bastide, strangely situated at the junction of three roads...  


I was soon to encounter the haunting, open plateau land of the Aubrac: a region of wide, almost treeless vistas; bizarrely-shaped outcrops of basalt rock; high, tussocky meadows teeming with wild flowers; and long views of distant, snow-capped mountains. This is a remote and sparsely inhabited area, known only to the walker, the shepherd, the botanist, the geologist and the connoisseur of landscape...

3 comments:

Ruth said...

Is there any lovelier prospect than one with some green, some flowers, and stone?

The Solitary Walker said...

I can't think of one, Ruth...

Heidrun Khokhar said...

I wish that spaces like that will remain for generations to come.