All in a day’s walk.
Logging must be big business from all the stacks of logs seen. Perhaps logging is done in winter when the ground is frozen so tires don’t get mired in mud. The exception was today’s tractor. All I spied was the crane towering above the trees noisily turning, twisting, lowering, and raising its clamp to move cut trees. It was as if a mythical character’s arm shot out of the ground to grab trees.
You’ve got mail. The only vehicle seen walking was the ubiquitous yellow French mail truck.
Today’s encounters.
Walking only in nature today. It is more than enough.
Departure begins the day.
Animals provide welcome distraction before the rain.
On the ground and on the sky…
Catherine and Denis are exceptional hosts who generate stimulating conversations and serve an excellent dinner for their guests. Formally a barn , their home is exquisite. Denis and his dog gave me a proper send off by walking the first few km with me.
Onward and upward leaving the flat riverside for the mountains.
In France it is Mother’s Day. I passed this man picking a bouquet of poppies. Perhaps it is for a mother.
Linda Scandore 