Escaping the plague.
View from the Tuc de Tucol |
There are few places on Earth where this pestilence has not reached. Where this blight has not insinuated itself. Where this abhorrent scourge of humanity has not penetrated.
We needed to escape the dreaded Boris...
Where could be safer?
And so it was dear readers, we found ourselves, once again, in our Hydeaway. Our objective? To whittle away the weakest of us.
The Gnome stands waiting... |
Le Sentier de Découvertes
On our first full day, we set off over the border into the Ariège, to walk 'le Sentier de Découvertes', to see what we could discover.
It was do be our first walk of attrition, to see which of us could survive its varied and rugged challenges.
To achieve these giddying heights, we had to ford raging torrents...Well over four hours of hill walking, steeply up and slippery down.
The reward? Stunning views (made plain by inadequate photographic skills).
Sky points out a possible route across the raging torrent. |
Sky looks bemused. |
Spiderman? |
We climbed deep into the wood, avoiding the grasp of reaching roots...
An aged tree moves slowly toward us... |
Another attempt at a bemused expression. |
Plunging deep into the earths core...
Sky looking knackered and yet still bemused. |
... back to where we had started.
It had been a long hard journey, and not all of us survived. Sky had reached her limit. Her prematurely ageing knees had nearly bent their final bend. She was beyond cream-crackered. She refused to move from a state of recumbency the following three days, to leave just three of us to attempt the ensuing day's test.
L'Escalette.
We awoke the following day with most of our joints in approximately the right place, to face a simpler test.
A stump. |
Precipitous view over St Beat. |
A quick snap of the camera and gulp of the stomach muscles, and I was away.
The trees bowed down before us.
The mountains and valleys were cowed by our immense accomplishment.
We had both achieved what, months before, had seemed impossible. This was the taste of success! The passion of finally achieving an impossible dream!! Tomorrow we would challenge the world!!!
After sustenance was greedily consumed, we returned to the Hydeaway and rested our battered bodies.
Would all three of us be capable of the next challenge? Will the public phone in to vote?
Le Tuc de Tucol.
The next day dawned, but not all joints functioned as necessary. Sky was still horizontal, and so was Jon. Sadly he had climbed his last climb, limped his last limp, leaving just Annick and I for the final challenge.
This was the climb to end all climbs. Starting from the parking de la fontain d'ours we set off for well over an hour of continual upwards striving, crawling and groaning before gaining the dizzying heights and the first glimpse of our goal.
This climb was far from easy. My legs started to complain, my lungs strained for space, and my heart commenced impeachment processes on my brain. Was this an attempted suicide?But no, we had made it.
The mountains and valleys were cowed by our immense accomplishment.
We had both achieved what, months before, had seemed impossible. This was the taste of success! The passion of finally achieving an impossible dream!! Tomorrow we would challenge the world!!!
The next day it pissed down.
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And so, did we achieve our goal and escape the ravages of the viral Boris? Well, it seems that whilst in the Pyrenees, the whole area had been declared a Red Zone.
Bollocks.