Leaving Chasseradès for Robyn, Len, Jan and I :(

Our home for the night(s) near Chasseradès, though it nearly wasn't for Robyn, Len, Neil and Jan due to un erreur in the booking. Thanks to the others for sharing.


Our jolly and easygoing host.


Here come the friendly Germans with their donkeys.


Chasseradès main station!


Au revoir to the departing four. Len nearly departed for good when trying to reach the connecting train in Nimes! That's another story!

Day 6: la Bastide to Chasseradès

Leaving la Bastide - the station.


Some interesting trails today - mainly UP for the first half hour, but very beautiful.


Spot the w/r waymarker.


The perfect lunch spot, although the blackberry bushes were strangely empty of fruit.


The walking wounded having a break.


"There's no WHAT!" - the moment we discovered that there was no room at the inn.


Hotel des Sources, Chasseradès.


Our German friends with 2 of their 4 donkeys.


Our French friend from Tours who spent each day travelling on her own, catching up with us here and there.


Chasseradès was a beautiful old village.


The church.


A few drinks while waiting for dinner.

Despite Jan's hip/feet problems, we enjoyed the week a lot, but were glad to be heading back to more familiar forms of transport the following day. 3 weeks later and Jan is still having hip problems, but coming from the school of stoicism, is not complaining about it.

Next time you see them, ask Len and Robyn about their experience of train travel in Nimes ;)

Over to you Eric.

Day 5: Cheylard l'Eveque to la Bastide

Leaving Cheylard - some attractive rhubarb and a tree with orange berries.


Fearless Rex stepping out as we leave Cheylard.


Jan dealing with feet/hip problems on the road.


A compulsory shot of a menhir.


View down on thankful walkers from the top of the Tour de Luc.


After a bit of a trek, it was wonderful coming down the hill with our French friends to find a bar full of happy Bega Valley bois-walkers and our hotel.


Kind of like seeing the last days of a dying establishment in many ways.

Day 4: Langogne to Cheylard l'Eveque

Another long day.


There weren't too many opportunities to take this photo. Eric and Joy leading us out of Langogne.


E and J still leading.


In most countries, this would be a picture of geese and other birds - here it was a picture of someone's dejeuner :)


Me posing on the bridge - can't remember the river or the next town though.


Eric's secret to his stamina. He secretly had a Citroen deux chevaux to whisk him ahead of the rest of us.


Funny, no mention of the surprise at the back of the picnic shelter ;)


An early prototype of the Concorde.


There was some beautiful scenery on this leg of the walk.


Most of us were pleased to have a comfortable place to sit and enjoy lunch ............


............. Helmut had other ideas.


Talk about the walking wounded - Rex and Jan in the bois.


Getting close to Cheylard l'Eveque now.


Told you.


Happiness is finding your luggage when you reach your destination.


A lovely place to stay the night - quite a gem in fact.


The zen of having walked a bloody long way and being able to sit down.


The view from the chapel on the hill - very scenic.


The chapel on the hill.


Looks like main course - what a great feed.


Hungry walkers engrossed in conversation.

Day 3: Bouchet St Nicolas to Langogne

Jan's birthday. What's that? Did you say we were going to get lost and walk 30km?

Great night in l'Arrestadou ferme/auberge - wonderful food and a convivial host (not to mention free wine).


Leaving le Bouchet - luckily the weather picked up.

Our intrepid band heading out for another BIG DAY.


This is Bev and Robyn coming into Arejous the OTHER way - after our little jaunt off the map.


Lunch and protection from the wind - walkers' heaven.


Lovely scenery on the way into Pradelle.


Pradelle and only 5km to go :) This is where the host from l'Arrestadou showed up in his car with Eric's folder of important stuff - talk about above and beyond the call of duty!


This is a seriously interesting town, making us wonder why we didn't stay here for the night. Apparently some with less fortitude caught a taxi from here for the last 5 km. I'd like to point out that despite it being her birthday, and despite numerous offers, Jan decided to walk the rest of the way, even though she was in considerable pain from a gammy hip.


Jan sprinting towards Langogne (with Robyn for moral support).


"The long and winding road ......"


Too funny for words. For me (Neil) this was the least appetising meal on the walk, but the chef was so pleased with himself.


But the wine was good!