Ferme Deves.
Here’s what I wrote to my kids tonight:
Some hard walking here, but we are doing half the usual distances, which is still a lot for us. 10 miles rather than 20.
Beautiful country. Cold and windy today with some drizzle, clouds, but no serious rain.
We are into another French weekend when everything closes.
We had a nice meal tonight at this farm. Soup, salad, red wine, mashed potatoes, sausages, with cheese and an apple for dessert. We are in the middle of nowhere. When I woke up from my nap, a white horse was walking by the window. Not sure I’ve ever lain in bed and watched a horse walk by before.
I think about you a lot when walking. For some reason felt very sad today. Maybe the weather, the dark forests or time of year.
We see no one on the trails. Everyone passes us at the beginning of the day if they are staying where we do.
Very cold here, no heat in room, but we’ve turned on heater in bathroom to try to dry wet towels and clothes.
Many beautiful clear streams cascade into stone pools, perfect for bathing in warm weather. They are rather like the Gorges d’Heric, where Ed and I stayed 20 years ago, not far from here.
We walk through many mysterious forests with old terraced stone walls in terraces. Who lived here and why did they build these walls? When? The hills are so rugged. So many questions.
Caminobleu 