Trip Start Jul 19, 2009
147Trip End Oct 25, 2010
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Today, we went for a walk. So much green, as if god tipped over an enormous sea of green paint. Trees, meadows, shrubs, how many different kinds of green can there be? And wild flowers, I don't know their names -save daisies, buttercups and pansies - pink, white, yellow and purple ones. You can pick them and stick em in a jam jar, the prettiest bouquet you've ever seen, there's plenty.
The fragrance, delicate and sweet. I was in heaven, dog splashing though every puddle he could find, strangely enough ignoring the cows. Those ladies where extremely interested in him though, stepping forward to the barbed wire, flashing their eyelashes
Plodding up hill with my man, I idly wondered what he would do if I keeled over and died of exhaustion then and there, in the middle of nowhere. 'I'd lay you amidst the flowers and make love to you for the last time, hoping your spirit had not yet departed,' was the unexpected answer. Wow, how romantic, makes it almost seem worthwhile. I'd imagined he respectfully roll me into a ditch, reach for his map 'des randonnees' (walks) and carefully mark the place he'd left me, so he could point it out, politely and precisely, to the gendarmes, should he happen upon any in this sparsely populated stretch of land.
Well, just goes to show..........that's the thing about walking, not just what you experience, but what you imagine.......