Tuesday, 4 August 2020

The Le Puy Route - Part 7

Fulfilling a Promise - L'Aube Nouvelle to Condom

Thanks to furlough, I have more time on my hands than usual. Now that I’ve tackled the essential chores, helped the neighbours, baked bread and zoomed myself into a stupor, finally there’s a chance to catch up on those outstanding trip reports.  


It seems strange writing these posts almost a whole year since the trip happened, and it’s been noticeably different compiling them from the photos and brief notes I took at the time plus a bunch of slightly faded memories, but then these are strange times.


Last time out, we’d ended our walk at L’Aube Nouvelle, filthy and soaked to the skin having slipped and slid our way through a deluge of near-biblical proportions. The proprietor kindly let us shelter from the rain, wring out our sodden clothes and recover some dignity, and all for the price of a café au lait each. We vowed there and then that we would come back and stay – a small gesture we could make to thank them for their previous generosity.

 

That was two years earlier. In September 2019 we were back, full of excitement, happy to see the sun shining and eager to start on the final fortnight of the Via Podiensis from here to St Jean Pied de Port in the foothills of the Pyrenees, the small town from where we’d started our Camino Frances way back in May 2013.

 

Day 1 Dufort Lacapelette to Moissac – 12.75 miles

 

I’ve mentioned before about how easy we’ve found it to slip into “trail mode” at the start of a new section, and this time was no different, picking up both physically and metaphorically from our last trip almost seamlessly.


For our first day back out on the route we planned nothing more adventurous than a short trundle, the 12-odd miles to Moissac. It was a fine, warm morning, and we walked most of the day in leisurely fashion with Mark from Oregon. It was his last day on the trail, which gave us plenty of opportunity to reminisce about the trail so far.


Towards the end of the walk we took a short variant the granted super views over Moissac and the surrounding area, and which delivered us right to the doors of the Abbey.

 

Day 2 Moissac to Bardigues – 17.75 miles

 

A bright morning greeted us for the 17.75-mile stretch between Moissac and Bardigues. Leaving town, we walked beside the canal for a while until the route split – the official route or continue beside the canal. Our guidebook rather dismissed the official route and recommended the canal-side path, but we’re glad we opted for the official route which took us into the hills on an undulating route through fields and woods via the quiet village of Boudou.



 

After lunch in Malause, a sleepy, non-descript town, we re-joined the canal then struck off across the flat valley bottom towards Auvillar. After taking advantage of a roadside drinks stop, we climbed to the town – one of the beautiful old “beaux villages” of the area.



 

Our overnight stop was a little further on near Bardigues – the beautiful Le Farat B&B. After settling in, we took a swim in the outdoor pool and felt very chic. Dinner was at Le Letit Palais back in Auvillar, the town beautifully lit at night.

 

Day 3 Bardigues to Lectoure – 19.50 miles

 

Day 3 was a lengthy stretch from Bardigues to Lectoure. With high temperatures of over 30C expected we aimed to set off early to make the most of the cool conditions, but inevitably on longer days it is difficult to avoid the full afternoon sun altogether.

 

Leaving Bardigues, there were quite a few pilgrims already on the trail. We have noticed that mornings are busier, confirmed by a group of Aussies we chatted with over soft drinks at Flamerens who were only going as far as Miradoux.

 

We only stopped briefly there, planning to have a longer stop at the next village. But the shop was closed, so we ate emergency rations and drank water.

 

Towards the end of the day, as Lectoure came into sight, we passed a roadside fruit stall and tucked into fresh peaches - just what we needed to fortify us for the final stretch. Lectoure is a lovely town. We had a brief look round and bought quiches for tea: sadly, not enough time for a proper exploration.

 

Day 4 Lectour to Condom 21.00 miles

 

Our fourth day en route was the longest so far, 21 miles from Lectoure to Condom. Setting out early, we bought lunch from the boulangerie then left Lectoure on a circuitous route through the town walls before heading out into the countryside.

 

Early morning knots of pilgrims gradually spread out throughout the day, and soon we were walking pretty much on our own. If that sounds a little anti-social, it isn't meant to - company, and the knowledge that other people are about is great, but solitude, or at least quiet, are key aspects of a pilgrimage too.

 

We stopped for water and a breather in Marsolan and pushed on to La Romieu. There is a shortcut that misses La Romieu and saves around 6k, but we wanted full value for our day. We had decided on a lunch stop in the old town, but on arriving at around 1.20pm we were told lunch was "complet". However, with a bit of negotiating we procured beers and coffees, which was actually all we wanted.

 

The afternoon was again hot, but we had plenty of water on board and topped up in Castelnau-sur-L'Auvignon. Also, like yesterday, the last 10k of the day skirted pretty much all the towns and villages, and we saw virtually no-one. However, we reached Condom without incident and checked into our digs. It was too late to explore the town, but there was enough time for a welcome shower and change of clothing before dinner.


Monday, 27 July 2020

Well, Hello Again




It’s been quite some time since my last post here. Contrary to popular belief, I haven't been subject to an alien abduction, rather a hefty work schedule and a couple of projects on the go have meant that my focus has been directed elsewhere. However, now that I find myself with a bit more time on my hands I plan to catch up on a few reports over the coming weeks.

I’m going to begin with the final set of posts about our Le Puy to St Jean Pied de Port trip, and then see what else springs to mind. Having written about all the other sections of the Camino Frances and the Via Podiensis it would be a shame not to conclude that chapter and have a full record for when I’m ready to reminisce.

In truth, I’ve missed blogging here, and also missed reading about others’ adventures too. So, it’s about time I put that right.

Sunday, 5 November 2017

Trail Lynx - A New Era Begins

After several years of posting to Ambles & Rambles, during which time I’ve logged dozens of trips, hundreds of walks, a handful of gear reviews and a sprinkling of other walking-related issues, I’ve decided the time has come to make a few changes.

Hiking in Poland

To be honest, since the design and format has barely changed since I started the blog back in 2010, it’s probably time for a refresh, so I’m planning to give it a bit of a makeover when I get the time.

So, first of all I’d like to say a big “thank you” to everyone who has read, commented or otherwise contributed to the blog so far – although I do it primarily as a record for myself, it’s always nice to get comments, especially if in some small way the posts have been of help or encouragement to others.

Kom Vasojevicki, Montenegro

But the big news for me is the launch of Trail Lynx a new site aimed at promoting travel and hiking in the Balkans and Eastern Europe. From now on, all trip reports, travel tips and news items relating to the region will appear there, with the aim that it will information and inspiration and eventually build into a useful resource for those interested in exploring this wonderful part of the world. 

Southern Bucovina, Romania

To get the ball rolling, the report for our recent long weekend in Poland has been published there, and I hope that you’ll take the opportunity to visit the new site and maybe choose to follow it.


Any thoughts or feedback would be most welcome, and I look forward to meeting up with some of you over there.


In the meantime, Ambles & Rambles will continue to be the home for news and reports from the UK, other parts of Europe and elsewhere.

A Capital Idea – Part 4: Falconwood to Richmond


18.00 miles

And so to the final sections of the Capital Ring, the round-London walk we started back in the autumn of 2016. Initially, we’d intended this to be a winter project, but the loss of my father in the early part of this year meant these final few miles had been necessarily put on hold.   

However, the opportunity to complete the walk presented itself when we booked tickets to see Tears For Fears at the Royal Albert Hall and decided to book an extra night’s accommodation and “make a weekend” of it.

On King John's Walk

So, bright and early despite the late night the night before, we transferred out to Falconwood to pick up where we left off before, where our initial move was to tackle the loop through Shepherdleas Wood that we couldn’t complete last time due to rapidly-fading light.

Coffee break, with a distant view of
The Shard

That done, we picked up Section 2 of the Capital Ring, passing through Eltham Park and Avery Hill Park (where we were navigationally challenged for a few minutes) and beside Eltham College on the way towards Grove Park. It was good to be out and about again, and once again we seemed to have struck luck with the weather.

After the parkland and residential streets of Section 2, the next section followed a similar pattern of park areas connected by suburban streets. All of this area was new to us, and despite offering little in the way of challenge, the walking was pleasant enough.



Dinosaurs in Crystal Palace Park

We stopped for a quick lunch break at the café in Beckenham Place Park, then continued on through Penge to reach Crystal Palace Park. All I really know about Crystal Palace is that it used to be the location of the cast-iron-and-glass structure of the same name that was destroyed by fire in 1936, and is currently home to a bunch of large, lumbering creatures whose best years are well behind them. No, not the players of the under-performing football team of the same name, but dinosaurs!

Upper Norwood Recreation Ground

Originally, we’d only planned to walk as far as Norwood today, but with the weather good and time on our side we decided we could make a couple more miles so pushed on to Streatham. 

Norwood Grove

Crossing the Common, we eyed up the buses on the High Road. We had set our sights on eating in Brixton, which was just a few minutes away with transport. Well, you can’t come to one of the country’s premier international food centres and not give it a go, can you?

Fading light over Streatham

If you’re a bit of a foodie and you’ve never been to Brixton Village, I recommend you give it a try sometime. The Souk-like interior harbours all manner of curious foodstuffs and enticing ingredients, the narrow alleys reveal something of interest at every turn, and the exotic ambience definitely has a touch of “abroad” about it. We chose a selection of terrine and charcuterie from Corsica – delicious!  

Charcuterie!

Day 2: Streatham Common to Richmond Bridge

14.00 miles

Next day, we made our way back the Streatham on a cool but bright morning. The stage between Streatham and Wimbledon Park crosses Tooting Bec and Wandsworth Common, but is primarily walking on residential streets.

So, although the going is easy enough, there is perhaps a little less to enthuse the walker than on some other sections. Still, there were plenty of leaves to kick through on this autumn morning, which helped pass the time and eat up the miles.  

Wandsworth Common

Having passed HMP Brixton on the bus, it was now time to walk past Wandsworth Prison, situated incongruously between the green of the Common, the well-to-do houses and Wandsworth Cemetery.

We stopped for coffee in Wimbledon Park, in a café just down from the station. On the morning of the fall-out from Catalonia’s unilateral declaration of Independence from Spain, we found ourselves at a Spanish bar. The papers were full of the story: needless to say, politics was off the conversation agenda.

Wimbledon Park

The final section took us through Wimbledon Park, across Wimbledon Common and via Richmond Park to reach Richmond Bridge. We had covered some of this section before with our friends Celia and Nick, back when we were just scoping the route. The Common was much quieter than last time, when we got caught up with the Wimbledon Half Marathon.

Pen Ponds

Richmond Park was looking splendid in the afternoon sunshine. After taking a break on one of the park benches, we followed the route between Pen Ponds and on to Pemboke Lodge where we picked up a late lunch. It was busy, and although it was nice to retrace our steps from last year, see the protected view of St Paul’s Cathedral from Harry’s Mound and enjoy the wide view of Twickenham, Windsor Castle and the Thames as we descended towards Petersham Meadow, it was marred somewhat by dawdlers and path-hogs.

Heading for Pembroke Lodge

We had a final sit beside The Thames, reflecting on the weekend and the walk in full. And overall, we were very satisfied with both. The big advantage of a walk like the Capital Ring is that it is a good choice for the winter months, when the generally easy going and relatively mud-free walking really come into their own.

OK, so it had taken a bit longer than initially planned, but that couldn’t be helped. Having completed both, I think we are of the opinion that we’d tackle the Capital Ring and the London LOOP again sometime – perhaps even as soon as next winter.

Descending towards Petersham Meadows

Whatever the future brings, we are very glad to have completed these routes – routes that have had the ability to surprise us in many different ways. We’ve seen a lot more of London than we ever had before, grown to appreciate the history, geography, culture and diversity of our capital, and in the process got to know it’s character a whole lot better.


And do you know what? We’re all the better for it too. 

Sunday, 23 July 2017

Back In Black Mountain: Part 3

Day 4 – No Mountains, but a Canyon and a Meeting

15.00k

As though the weather this weekend is in two minds whether to be nice or nasty, it was stormy overnight, with strong winds and driving rain. But we woke to a promising morning, and with breakfast taken and goodbyes said, it was time to leave the Eco Katun Štavna and head for our final hike on this all-too-brief tour.

Once again, the drive we took could be considered spectacular. As we descended around 1500m on winding roads between soaring peaks, the mountains seemed almost Himalayan in stature, such was the imposing nature of the summits and steep-sided valleys.

Of course, we know that Montenegro is blessed with an almost incalculable number of mountain peaks, but it is also home to an abundance of canyons too, and our plan for today was to walk into one of them – Mrtvica Canyon. 

Narrow path near the beginning of the walk

Down at lower altitude, the weather was much warmer and lacked the mitigating fresh breeze of higher levels, and as we arrived the thermometer was hovering around the 30°C mark.

The start of the hike is not at first obvious, an apologetically small path leading off into the bushes. But as soon as we were underway the route became generally clear, and we made swift progress.

Bridge built by Duke Danilo Petrovic Njegos in 1858

For the first couple of kilometres the canyon is quite wide, but beyond the stone bridge built by Duke Danilo Petrović Njegoš in 1858 the gorge narrows and the sides steepen, and the tumbling river-course is close by to our left.

Farm on the valley floor before the canyon narrows

A little further on we came to the Kapija želja – the “Gate of Wishes” – where we rested for a while and, as tradition has it, threw in a pebble and made a wish. I can’t tell you what I wished for, but if it comes true we might be seeing more of this amazing country in the not-too-distant future.

And, in such a magical place, why shouldn’t wishes come true?

Take a pebble, make a wish .... but don't tell


The ravine became increasingly narrow ....


.... and the path clung to the side of the cliff

The path we were on followed the route of an old foot way between two villages. In some places, it was not so obvious that once-upon-a-time this was quite a major route, but a few minutes further on we came to the Mrtvičke Grede, a semi-tunnel carved into the rock (by the Yugoslav Army) that clearly demonstrated the hand of human intervention.

The Mrtvicke Grede, carved into the cliff-face

It’s plenty high and wide enough for safe passage, but with a significant drop to the left it’s worth staying as close to the inside as possible, just to be on the safe side!

Keeping to the inside to be on the safe side

Shortly afterwards, we reached a series of pools where we were to have lunch. The only slight snag was that because of low water levels, the pools were actually empty. No matter, we were happy to forego a chilly swim for the chance to enjoy the quiet magnificence of the canyon as we sat and ate our lunch.

No water in the pools

Our return was by the same route – Mrtvičke Grede, the Gate of Wishes, Duke Danilo’s stone bridge – and although we set off at a modest pace, we made good time, only breaking our trek to top up on cool water from the spring along the way.

A last look along the valley


Cooling down on the way back

Back at the car, we performed a quick-change routine, and managed to get ourselves tidied up a little bit. We were heading for Podgorica and a meeting with Brit and Astrid from Meanderbug, the adventure, travel and farm-stay experts who offer authentic eco-friendly and off-the-beaten-track travel and cultural experiences that give real benefit to local communities.

If you are thinking of visiting Montenegro, planning a trip or wondering about farm-stay opportunities, their website is well worth a look:


It was great to chat, to discuss the multitude of possibilities Montenegro has to offer for outdoor activities, cultural interactions, great food and stunning scenery, and to share the enthusiasm that we all have for this wonderful country.
  
Finally, the time came for us to leave. We headed over to our hotel, heads spinning with possibilities for future trips, and said goodbye to Dimitrije, for tomorrow we would be going home. We’d had a great time, and as well as spending time with a good friend, it was refreshing to be with someone with so much obvious passion for adventure travel and the positive benefits tourism can have on his country and its future.

And will we be back again? Well “Trip 5” got a lot of mentions during the last few days, so if we have anything to do with it then we most certainly will. After all, wishes do sometimes come true.








Back In Black Mountain: Part 2

Day 3: A Mountain and a Katun

9.00k

We made another early start as we left Žabljak on the way to our next destination. Komovi mountain was around a two-and-a-half-hour drive away, following a route that would take us via the Tara Canyon, the second deepest canyon in the world at 1300m.

The Djurdjevica Bridge over the Tara Canyon is impressive, but
it is hard to convey the scale of the scenery on a small photo

Having stopped briefly for photos at the Djurdjevića Bridge, we drove along the canyon towards Mojkovac, more often than not in the shade as the early morning sun had yet to penetrate the depths of the gorge – one of the many impressive drives to be had in Montenegro.

After breakfast in Mojkovac, we took a route via Biogradska Gora and Kolašin and picked up a back road towards Andrijevica, finally winding our way up from the pass Trešnjevik to reach the Eco Katun Štavna at the foot of Komovi.

Eco Katun Stavna at 1700m - a superb setting

It’s a wonderful setting at about 1700m. All the way up we had had tantalising glimpses of the mountain, but the full glory was saved until reaching Štavna.

Majestic Kom Vasojevicki 2461m

After checking in, we began our hike. Komovi has three main peaks, and we were tackling the first of the three, Kom Vasojevićki (2461m) today. Setting off across the grassy pastures and summer dwellings of the katun, we soon picked up signs for the summit and joined a rising traverse across scree slopes on the western flank of the mountain.

Crossing the scree slope on Kom Vasojevicki, with
Kom Kucki and Kom Ljevorijecki beyond

Pausing for breath on the steeper
mid-section of the climb

Presently, the path steepened in gradient to zig zag up to a grassy saddle a short way below the summit. From here, the top looks difficult to attain, but cunningly the path approaches the summit via the safer grassy slopes behind, and with a little scrambling and appropriate care, it is not as impossible as it at first seems. 

Preparing for the tricky-looking approach to the summit

Arriving at the top, we signed the visitor book and made first use of the brand-new stamp that Dimitrije had been asked to bring. Limbs were rested and photos were taken, and we enjoyed the amazing 360° views – to Bjelasica, Sinjajevina, the Prokletije, into Albania and Kosovo, and even to Hajla Peak that the three of us had summited together some four years ago.

Amazing views in all directions

However, it was a glorious day, and we were not alone on the top. A group of Bulgarians were also climbing the mountain today, and we got chatting to one who was thrilled to hear we would be visiting his country later this year.

Best friends, Bulgarians and backpacks: topping
out on the summit of Kom Vasojevicki

We took lunch on a sheltered bluff just down from the summit, then made our descent by the same route. Like many mountain paths, loose rock and steep ground means it takes almost as long to descend as it does to ascend in the first place.

It's a hard life ..... apparently

On the way down, we met a man who was worried about his hiking partner who hadn’t reached the summit. We kept our eyes and ears open as we went, but didn’t see anyone in trouble (he was later found safe and reasonably well after a slight fall, but it acts as a reminder to observe good practice and stay safe in the mountains).

Beautiful hardship: Hospitable companionship

Crossing the pastures back to the Eco Katun, we were invited in to one of the cabins for something to eat and drink. These dwellings are only inhabited during the three-or-so months of the summer, when small-holders bring their livestock up to the high pastures for grazing and to make cheese and jam and dry herbs for the winter.

For the rest of the year, our host was a teacher, and although it is beautiful here, it can at times be a lonely place. Hospitality is a tradition in these parts, and invites are regularly made to passers-by in exchange for company. We were happy to chat for a while, drinking juice and eating delicious bread and fresh cheese made that morning.

What a feast! Homemade corn bread, black bread and cheese

Back at the Eco Katun Štavna, we settled in for the evening. Dimitrije had to pop home to celebrate his son’s first birthday, but we were extremely well looked after by hosts Branko and Nemanja. We had dinner on the terrace – delicious stuffed peppers, corn bread with cheese and cream, salad and a couple of beers to wash it all down.

After a brief stroll along the road to let dinner settle and reflect on one of the best mountain days we have had, we turned in for the night, our only sadness being that one night here may not be enough.

For anyone interested in the Eco Katun Štavna, you can find further details HERE