Night two was a PF site, a farm with a wonderful view of the snow covered Puy de Dome in the Massif Central. At several hundred metres up it was a touch cold with an icy wind; the little hamlet was typically French, the villagers friendly and M. Guy, the farmer, very helpful. If you’re familiar with the geography of France you may be aware that the Massif Central is not on the direct route from Dieppe to Perpignan. You therefore may very well have come to the conclusion that I have, somewhat predictably, deviated from Plan A (only took 24hrs!).
I’ve decided to go to Aix-en-Provence, for no better reason than one of my favourite authors having set a book with some wonderfully descriptive narrative in that area. Following there, the remainder of this trip will be a very slow return to Dieppe via anywhere I deem sufficiently interesting! I might even have another try at the Carmargue, hopefully before the mozzie season gets underway, as I make my way over to Perpignan and the south-west, which remains on the sufficiently interesting list at present.
During the drive down my old favourite the A75 from Clermont-Ferrand this morning, just as I was fancying a cup of coffee, I found a services with a patisserie and a wonderful view of the Viaduc du Garabit designed and built by Gustave Eiffel. I could bore you with technicalities, suffice to say it is long, it is high, it carries a railway, it is still in use and it is rather beautiful.
Third night campsite is alongside the young river Tarn near its source, an idyllic spot surrounded by forested mountains and, once off the A75, reached by some very squiggly green lines – superb fun driving. Wine-o’clock was spent outside in a sleeveless T-shirt soaking up some very warm sun – blissful.
Unfortunately the idyll was rather spoiled by discovering and removing (hopefully, but I’m not certain I got it all) a tic from the muzzle of a surprisingly compliant and uncomplaining little white Furface.
🙂 🙂 🙂