The river ran straight along this section of the walk and the bank was lined with tulip trees. As always at this time of year the autumnal colours were stunning. Or, as the poet Gary Snyder said
“Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.”
Category: France
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5km today along the ‘green way’. This tunnel of chestnuts had scattered debris on the track after last night’s storm. I read that ‘An early morning walk is a blessing for the whole day.’ but mid morning is plenty early enough for me.
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Late autumnal afternoon in western France and the sun was bouncing off the lake. We had just blasted a 3 km walk to finish off the day.
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The old carved stone lay on the ground a thousand miles away from the land of the pharaohs but it still reminded me of Shelley.
“Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command …” -
The ruins of the ancient abbey stood at the top of the hill. A product of the Hundred Years’ War, it was a place of defense as much as a place of worship. Centuries earlier, the monks had tended the fields and marshes growing crops and catching fish and eels.
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