Rest Day: Laragne-Montéglin

Wednesday, 18 June 2008

Walking in France: One of our golden rules broken!

One of our golden rules broken!

I was still feeling delicate and my blisters were painful, so we thought a rest day was called for. Without bothering about muesli, we hobbled in to the Place des Fontaines and settled down outside a café overlooking the square. With the coffee, Keith had a pain aux raisins but I had no appetite.

It was the first completely clear, sunny day of this year’s expedition and when we got back to the camping ground, we moved our tent out from its hangar, as it was too hot and also we were in the way of the fliers trying to get their gear out.

Walking in France: Our new campsite - with our neighbour packing his parachute

Our new campsite – with our neighbour packing his parachute


We set ourselves up under a young willow tree and spent the afternoon being entertained by a succession of landings of the many daredevil fliers, some of whom had glided all the way to Sisteron or even Gap after leaping off the cliff behind Laragne.

Walking in France: A distant hang-glider approaching the landing strip with a windsock in the foreground

A distant hang-glider approaching the landing strip with a windsock in the foreground


The camping ground took up half of a wide, flat field and the other half was the landing area, so there were a few exciting moments when fliers swooped in too low and almost clipped the trees above the tents.

Walking in France: Close to touch down

Close to touch down


Walking in France: Another hang-glider circling overhead

Another hang-glider circling overhead


They were an affable bunch and we enjoyed speaking English for a change.

Walking in France: General scene on the Laragne-Montéglin camping ground cum airport

General scene on the Laragne-Montéglin camping ground cum airport


In the evening we walked back and surveyed the eateries again, deciding on a North African restaurant.

Walking in France: Moroccan tajines for dinner

Moroccan tajines for dinner


The outside dining area at the back was not very salubrious so we moved indoors to a most elegant room, where we had a beautiful Moroccan salad and then tajines.

Keith finished off with a crème brûlée for the sake of his research into regional variations in this substance, but I desisted and during the night I was sick again.