Sue and Martin's Big Adventure
Day 4 - Thursday 29 July 2004 - Stage 3
Postcard Summary (on yesterday's card)
Damp campsite to Bidarray
Wet morning, steamy afternoon, rocky descent – 8 hours, 17 km, 750m ascent
Damp campsite to Bidarray
Wet morning, steamy afternoon, rocky descent – 8 hours, 17 km, 750m ascent
Set off in dark
heavy cloud on forest paths. Light
drizzle during the morning and we were in cloud on a long ridge. Better at lunchtime when we had a view to
enjoy as well as goats cheese and tomato butties. Bidarray has a gîte which we have to
ourselves, and an interesting church.
Its shop has stocked us up with food for the next few days. Looking forward to a ridge walk tomorrow.
Diary Entry (by Sue)
The grey clouds
that had accumulated yesterday evening produced overnight rain, leaving a grey
morning. Tea, remains of muesli and a yoghurt in the tent, and away at 8:15. The
campsite is on the route, so we exited via their back gate and were on our way.
The woods next
to the frontier river were dark, as was the road that continued. The only
noises this morning were the squeak of the rucksacks and the click of poles on
tarmac.
It was missly, but never rained hard. Route finding was interesting, due to the numbers of paths and tracks here. We had seen only one person until
On this broad ridge
were a mare and foal - she was after food and her foal was skittish - skipping around looking carefree. (See top picture.)
Bizarrely, the
next section was littered with confetti, even on the steep section.
A feature of this area is the rocks - they appear to be conglomerates of loads of smooth pebbles.
More descent on road
- the feet don't enjoy these stretches, then a nice past that contours to bring
us into the village
of Bidarray . It is pretty
- above the river Nive, with a fronton (Basque game played against a high
wall), bars and an attractive Basque church with a very colourful graveyard
from all the fresh flowers.
The backdrop of hills is lovely. Four GR10 walkers arrived at the same time as us - one hobbling badly. They disappeared whilst we sat in the bar.
We decided to
use the gîte d'étape for accommodation rather than walk further to the
campsite. We appear to be the first booking in to its dormitory style
accommodation.
Spent time in a bar, and over beer and tea, wrote diary, logged flowers and the route, before showers at the gîte. Prior to our 7.30 table being ready at Hotel/Bar Barberaenea, we strolled around the church and wrote couple of postcards under still cloudy skies.Had a lovely meal, under plane trees again, accompanied by more English voices from a table of, predominantly, children. Salade with morue fish and garlic sauce, then veal/lamb and garlic potatoes, and tarte tatin/cheese (S/M). Red wine (and obligatory plenty of water) to go with it.
Today has seen
the first steep ascent and descent - the path dropped into a ravine where poles
were very useful. It was disconcerting that a multitude of vultures (perhaps
over 30) were circling the rocks above us. Some goats were also high above.
During this
descent, Martin switched boots for trainers - the new boots are not entirely
comfy yet. The basket of one of my poles got lost and was luckily found (thanks
Martin), and we explored a small grotto just off the path.A feature of this area is the rocks - they appear to be conglomerates of loads of smooth pebbles.
The backdrop of hills is lovely. Four GR10 walkers arrived at the same time as us - one hobbling badly. They disappeared whilst we sat in the bar.
Spent time in a bar, and over beer and tea, wrote diary, logged flowers and the route, before showers at the gîte. Prior to our 7.30 table being ready at Hotel/Bar Barberaenea, we strolled around the church and wrote couple of postcards under still cloudy skies.Had a lovely meal, under plane trees again, accompanied by more English voices from a table of, predominantly, children. Salade with morue fish and garlic sauce, then veal/lamb and garlic potatoes, and tarte tatin/cheese (S/M). Red wine (and obligatory plenty of water) to go with it.
A long-haired
grey cat prowled the tables, requesting to be fed titbits. He was lucky with a
few bits of veal fat!
2 comments:
All very nostalgic for me. I like your inclusion, from time to time. of sounds.
Nostalgic for us as well, Conrad.
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