events

Another quiet little corner.  Those pedestrians are chickens.

Actually, at some point around here, before Le Bourg, Cayres I met a group of four French cycle tourists, two men and two women.  The women were convinced that a recumbent was a good idea, especially since one of them suffered with a pains in the backside on her ordinary bike.  The men were less convinced, mainly because they climbed faster than I did, the fact that on every flat and downhill I wizzed passed them, stayed sitting on my bike to chat though they alway's got off to stretch seemed not to matter.

At Le Bourg our routes diverged as they went towards Costaros, I think it was, where there was a market, besides they wanted to stay high and I was going to drop down after Langogne to head towards the Med.  Happy trails.

As I got to Le Bouchet St Nicholas I wasn't at all sure which way might be the best, to go towards Pradelles or to go towards the Reservoir de Naussac and if so, which of the tiny roads to take.

In the small shop opposite the Auberge du Couvig the woman was more than helpful.  She not only advised about possible routes but went off to make me a photocopy of the detailed map she had.

So, and unfortunately my GPS crashed some day's later and I lost the track from this day, I think I followed the route that I link to earlier which goes from Le Bouchet towards Landos, turns right there to Praclaux, then to Joncherette.  Though I did have some difficulty with tiny unsigned roads there.  In fact, I asked an old guy if this was the road to such-and-such and he didn't actually know the name of the next village!  I do remember that there was a place that hired donkey's to do the Stephenson Way.  Nonetheless I think the route I've marked is more or less the one I followed.

A very nice little section before hitting the D88 and descending to Landos.

Just after Jonchères (Joncherette?) is this railway bridge crossing over the river l'Allier and the railway line.  There's some sort of ruin high on the hill but I didn't stop to find out what it was called.  I was enjoying just rolling, pedalling that is to say.