Thursday, April 24, 2014
Some grumbles have been coming in about lack of posts.
I escaped winter by fleeing south to Cape Town and my sister's farm in Zimbabwe, where I had a thrilling encounter with a leopard while walking home after running out of fuel one evening.
No one believed my tale of passing through a dry riverine bed and suddenly hearing close by a snarl/growl/grunt from a thicket that could ONLY be a leopard. Probably an ostrich offered one. Or a baboon snickered another.
Until returning with the fuel, Fred spotted the huge cat on a boulder above us. She was a female, and Fred said that she probably was protecting her litter...
Monday, January 27, 2014
Saturday, January 11, 2014
Sunny warm weather enticed a large group of randonneurs for Friday's walk.
It was about twelve kilometers and took three hours, partly because there were so many interesting sites en route: an old village abandoned over three hundred years ago, three dolmen (ancient burial tombs comprised of three immense stones, two supporting a third on top), and Les Fieux, an important archeological site.
Of course there were also the usual stunning views, old wash houses, and friendly horses who cantered across fields to have their noses rubbed.
Yves Leymarie led the group, took these photographs, and revived us with hot tea and madeleines after the walk.
|Les Caminols de Gramat- my walking group|
|Tremendous views in all directions from the top of a hill|
|Old washing house near Miers|
|A dolmen, still partly covered by a tumulus.|
There are hundreds of these prehistoric tombs scattered around the Lot.
No one knows how these huge stones were moved and put in place.
|Here we are scrambling onto the dolmen like a bunch of kids.|
Tuesday, January 07, 2014
In spite of disastrous floods in the UK and blistering cold in North America, we are having beautiful sunny, nay balmy weather here in southwest France. Bird song filled the woods and by the end of the Monday afternoon randonnée, many of us had stripped down to our tee shirts.
Wonderful way to start the new year. That's Paddy the naughty border collie right in the front at the top of the hill, and me a tiny dark blob right at the back at the bottom of the hill. I had had a sleepless night because Paddy went walkabout yesterday, only returning at 4am, but he was more than ready for more adventures.
I was revived at the end of the walk however by a fête of Blanquette de Limoux (poor man's champagne but just as good to those of us who don't know better) and galette, frangipane king cake, a French tradition.