The wine is open, the awning is up and although the sun hasn’t really shone in 2 days, the view is great. We arrived about an hour ago at this farm somewhere between Gan and Oloran at the foot of the Pyrenees. We have showers and electricity, but no washing machines or Wifi. No matter, (although I suspect Ant ran out of pants days ago!).
We set off earlier, around lunchtime and drove to Pau, supposedly the gateway to the Pyrenees and ‘the English City’, found the tourist office, obtained a map and whereabouts of camping and supermarket, then bought enough food and drink for 3 days, (which included the purchase of our second bottle of Whiskey.. Alan you have a lot to answer for!). Even bought some horse meat which we are going to try tomorrow night. We found the campsite, or should I say we found a muddy car park bordered by a main road, a tennis court and the ‘Foret de Bastard’ which the manager wanted to charge us €18,50 a night for!!!! So even though the roast chicken we had bought for lunch was rapidly going cold, and it was approaching tea time, we decided we couldn’t stay there, so we left pretty much immediately to look for somewhere nicer and out of town… and thankfully we found it. This place is perfect. When we arrived the old farmer came out and showed us where everything was and where the sun would be (if it were sunny of course). We were the only ones here until a caravan arrived and thankfully pulled in behind allowing us to keep our view out across the fields to the woods beyond.
“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins