Imagine we're at the top of the hill coming down because no matter how I feed in the images they come out this way or random.
Now these blocks are the vestiges of the Camp Roman nicely positioned in front of a 20th century antenna. Disappointment with acute breathlessness was my reaction the first time I scrambled to the top but now, the view, oh my the view. Worth every pounding breath.
As there are just the 24 hours in every day I don't go to the top often so this was something of a surprise. It's an experimental truffle field. When I was buying plants in September the garden centre was selling baby oaks, sprigs really, with the truffle embedded at its roots. Imagine your morning omelette with your own truffle shavings!
This is the reward waiting at the top looking north. I've managed to delete the south facing one!
It's strange to stand on the ridge at the top and look out over wooded hills to the sea and the sun then turn to look to the north, a much more forbidding scene.
The village at the bottom is Le Bar sur Loup with a chateau, a church, windy streets and fields sloping down to the river. It's sheltered there and at this time of year the gardens will be full of citrus fruit.
Time to go....this afternoon this is where you'll find me and my dogs....
Wednesday, November 22, 2006