The affects of Storm Nile are still very much present in Central France. One reason is the severity of the storm, and another has been that there has been lots of rain this week also.
Monday’s stop was at the small village of Saint-Jory-las-Bloux on a cold, wet and windy evening. The following morning was drier though, and I found a good hiking circuit.
Consequently therefore, I’ve had a pleasant though unremarkable week making my way steadily north through the Dordogne and into the Loire. Those rivers, and their tributaries, were in red warning alert until Wednesday, and are still on an orange warning.
Tuesday to another small village, Saint-Martin-de-FressengeasWednesday onto a place I was eleven months ago, Saint Auvent. I don’t usually revisit places, but this town aire is really excellent. There are walks that I did last March, down below at the river, but it was all flooded this week. Above is Saint Auvent’s excellent little Auberge, very welcoming for morning coffee or late afternoon beer, and a menu of the day for 15 euros Thursday onto Lathus. It’s been about an hour of driving each day on the smaller D roads. But it was another afternoon and night of rain in Lathus.
I’ve found a delightful town, southeast of Tours, for the weekend, the sort of place that will be very busy for nine months a year, but is extremely quiet right now. It is very picturesque, has what seems an interesting brewery bar, and plenty of hiking options, though fairly flat, and no doubt muddy.
Shap, Cumbria circa 2016 – Tia, Roja and Mac behind
I was so much older then…
Dartmoor 2019
Quote of the Week
Alice asked the Cheshire Cat, who was sitting in a tree, ‘What road do I take?’ The cat asked, ‘Where do you want to go?’ ‘I don’t know,’ Alice answered. ‘Then,’ said the cat, ‘it really doesn’t matter, does it?’
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