Day 76 – at Larrau

No bread at the campsite this morning, but there was some available at a house in the village, as this is a holiday weekend in Europe (VE Day).

As ever, I was immersed in a book, and left it until late in the morning before heading up to the village. As a result, an old woman had just taken the last of the bread, the last eight baguettes to be accurate. But she did the decent thing, and offered me one.

The little school in the village is where Fabrice’s son (the campsite owner) goes, at 4 years old. Fabrice coaches rugby to all the school (3 to 9 year olds) on Wednesday afternoons, in their curriculum.

There is also a Basque pelota court, though I wonder how much it gets used, and by whom. It’s certainly attractive to the tourists.

Roja and I discovered a new circuit on the Spanish side which gained enough height to give some decent views, different today with the cloud hugging the valley’s sides, and as impressive as ever.

The afternoon was spent writing the week’s book reviews, and considering the next few days; the weather looks to be turning considerably cooler from midweek, Hugh’s of just single figures, so that could be the time to head north.