Idyllic ham

We walked on into Lot et Garrone through pine forests and along superheated straight roads when we came upon an idyllic scene. A wide sandy river with crystal clear waters flowed from left to right and looking down from the bridge we saw a wide clear grassy area with a few trees for shade. It was too tempting not to take advantage so we called it a day on the walking and went to sit by the river.

I was so tempted by the water that I drank it, it was cool and neutral. Jeremy said that I would likely suffer a bad belly but I was fine. We paddled about, Jeremy washed and we just lazed about for hours.

Jeremy went exploring and returned saying that a place up the road was selling ham and suggested that I go get some for tea. Off I went.

The sandy road wound through yet another Myst like landscape with sparse pine trees on either side. The air itself had a blue haze in it and smelled of pine resin in the heat. I know why the locals are so paranoid about fire as it seemed that even the air was an explosive mixture.

I walked for a good mile along this sandy road until I found an oasis of a house well kept and postcard neat in amongst the pines. I politely asked the proprietress about the ham (Jambon) whereupon she laughed and said it was the name of the house. Not an offer of porky wares. I left empty-handed.

We slept badly overnight as a local family had a loud party until the early hours so we packed late and bade farewell to the lovely river glen.