Spring's coming.
I've compressed the last four days ' voyage into one blog as there was some slippage in my (not quite) daily blogging routine.
Started the last leg of my voyage by visiting the hugely impressive Museo Angel Oresanz et Arts du Serrablo. They have collected hundreds of artefacts from the depopulated surrounding area to build a display of how peasants used to live, their cheese, wine and bread-making tools, their agricultural implements, bells for the livestock, vernacular architecture, etc. It makes for a fascinating visit. The forge and the hay cart were particularly striking
Outside the museum dry stone walling takes on a completely different meaning:
Going up into the mountains I stop at Canfranc, the world's second longest railway platform - sadly abandoned now - though moves are afoot to restore it.
Though I think they have their sense of direction slightly mixed up
This HGV clipped a rock on a twist in the road in the 'Gorge of Bridge of Hell' and got a flat tire. Not the sort of thing you can fix alone. That driver probably had a very long wait until some suitably heavy machinery could be mobilised.
But he did share his misfortune with some illustrious forebears. Just above sits the the Fort de Portelet which used to be prison. Reluctant guests in the past include the Seventh Lord Elgin (on his travels back from the Middle East), Leon Blum (head of the Popular Front government who were in power when the Nazis invaded France in 1940) and Philippe Pétain (the head of the Vichy Government who was imprisoned here for a while by the French for treason after the Second World War). That's some history.
I accidentally saved the best bit if this trip until last. La Cirque de Lescun. Just off the Val d'Aspe. If Gavarnie is concave and tunnel like, closing in on the visitor, this is the just the opposite, convex and opening up new vistas around every turn.
A few kilometres down the valley the transhumance is beginning
And I cross my final pass for this trip, the le Col de Labays (1350m), still carrying snow
I drop down the valley to catch up with some friends from thirty years ago. Last time I was here this house and barn were almost derelict - just liveable in. Now its a picture-postcard pretty dwelling.
Two hours later the patch is clean and planted up with onions. 'Come back in September and help us eat them'
And, finally helping Mark and Mirielle muck out and feed their sheep and goats
Their neighbour comes by to borrow one of those ergonomic forks. I'm heading back to Toulouse, but with an invitation to join Mark, his 165 sheep, 75 goats, 8 dogs and 2 donkeys in the high mountains for a few days in September, when he will be doing his five month summer stint as a upland shepherd. An offer not to miss.
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