Day 74 – at Larrau

This is a super little campsite, so small that motorhomes cannot fit into the driveway, just off the GR10, so it attracts quite a few walkers. Over a beer this evening I was chatting to the owner. He and his wife have two children under 4 years old, and her father helping out at the moment, though they are very quiet. It’s clearly a lifestyle choice for them, as the place is so small that even when full it won’t generate that much money.

They’re busy tidying the place at the moment, as it’s just opened and the grass and bushes are growing so quickly. They have several cabins also, which haven’t been opened for six months, so need some attention also.

But of course, we got talking rugby. He is an ex Toulouse scrum half, though very modest, and played it right down, but was coaching his three year old passing skills while we were talking.

It was another extremely warm day for the time of year, into the early 30s by early afternoon, and very humid. Storms are forecast, but as the Spanish said, many times they have been forecast, few times they have arrived.

Roja was up in the night, no doubt something he had eaten at the roadside, but the pleasant evening, at 3 am, gave me a chance to see the full moon. He didn’t eat breakfast this morning, which is nothing rare, but was back to his normal self when we headed out on a short circuit of 8 kilometres or so in the late morning.

It was good to do very little apart from catch up on some reading, this time High Sierra by WJ Burnett, a Western-noir from the 1940s, very entertaining.