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...
Is there any lovelier prospect than one with some green, some flowers, and stone?
ReplyDeleteI can't think of one, Ruth...
ReplyDeleteI wish that spaces like that will remain for generations to come.
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