I’ve woken up this morning, and for some reason gone back and looked back at a couple of my posts from last year – namely those in the Pyrenees, a spot we adored and will most definitely visit again. 963 more words
last time i visited the small town was about three lives ago, not having noticed neither the shop nor the little dust-riddled sign in the window stating fly fishing and tying tackle until today. 164 more words
A tranquil hideaway in amongst the wilderness of the French Pyrenees. How refreshing it is to spend ten days wandering through the woodland, with nothing but the gurgle of the river flowing over the rocks and the shadows of the trees to keep you company.