Amalfi seems a long time ago. Since then I’ve had a week in
the Pyrenees and am now in the South Tyrol. Before I get on to writing about
the beautiful Dolomiten mountains of the Tyrol I need to report on my week in
the Pyrenees.
This year was the 8th
year in succession that I’ve taken the ‘Pacemakers’ away for a hiking holiday
and they have become close friends in that time. It’s always lovely to meet up
again (usually in ‘departures’ at Stansted Airport). Every year it’s somewhere
new and I was confident that we’d all love our stay near Céret.
Hotel Mas Trilles |
But the walking is what we go for. My favourite walks were
the contrasting mountain walk on Canigou and the rocky Catalan coastline.
Carpets of wild flowers |
We didn’t climb to the summit of Canigou, which would be a
bit hardcore. Instead we walked a small loop from the Refuge of Batère. An
eagle circled over the shoulder of the mountain as we set off, climbing
steadily through carpets of flowers – a lofty ridge walk with spectacularly
open views all around. A storm broke on
the heights of Canigou although it never spread to our part of the mountain.
Climbing towards Canigou |
And two days later we were on the coast. The walk began with
a hitch as we’d hoped to take the train from Port Vendres to Banyuls sur Mer. A train driver’s strike put paid to this plan
but we were not to be denied. On a scorching hot day we upped and downed,
passing rocky coves and steep cliffs and sandy beaches. Coast walks can lead
the uninitiated to imagine a flat progress but they can be quite vicious!
Another 'undulation' on the coast path |
We
stopped for a swim half way along and it felt quite difficult getting started
again after lunch.
So that’s a brief summary which can’t quite do justice to
what seemed a wonderful escape. Where are we going next year?
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