Leaving our vine covered home in this gorgeous tucked away village, reminded me of how lucky I am to be having these experiences, and with my very best friend. So lucky to be walking; so fortunate to have the health that allows me to do this; so rewarded with the views we see, the people we meet, and those emails that you send as you take time to keep us company.
Nearly got lost early today because the book’s track wasn’t there. But unlike the other day there was another track and it had recently been walked on. It eventually led us to the approximate area we needed to be in. I hailed a driver for help and he set us right, but still
needed to match up with our guide book.
Passed a woman and her Collie dog, such a popular breed over here, as with us. Walked through a swampy area, tumultuous with the sound of frogs and passed a woman with a camera and tripod who was there to observe the wildlife. She seemed very relaxed so she was happy to take a photo of us in the swamp – much better than a selfie.
After a couple more village visits it was home in the large city of Besancon. The directions can be a little confusing in big places and this was no different. A young French couple out for a fast walk saw my confusion and told us to follow them. Their pace was such that it was all but running, as we got a kilometre tour of this pretty river city.
The hills are back and this makes for a new experience. These hills are the ones the guide books says – “maybe too strenuous for those with heavy packs or not seasoned walkers”. They’re the ones that they tell you not to try when there has been rain – the slopes that they organise special buses to bus you around to the other side.
We were happy to catch the bus, but the bus doesn’t run on weekends! So the worst that can happen is that we have to turn around – you get used to that when you get lost. However the thinking in this camp is – if we can walk the mountains in Switzerland, we can walk the steep hills here.