July 22. A good first day. Mostly sunny, no rain, not too hard (although I am quite tired) and some good views. In places the trail wanders back and forth across the Spanish border; the little town where I had lunch, just on the French side of the border, seemed be as much Spanish as French.
The hills here (not mountains yet, that comes farther inland) get a lot of rain. The trails are muddy and badly eroded in places. It makes for slow walking.
There were goats with bells grazing in the hills as well as something I haven’t seen before, free-range horses with bells.
I’m in a hotel in a very small town tonight and I’ll sleep well. Can’t connect to the WiFI here, so this will be posted later.
Hills
Horses and Hendaye in background
House in Hendaye
Old oak tree with GR marker
Roy, I love the hills even with the muddy path, the views, the flowered house but mostly I love that old oak tree – stalwart yet despite being a little the worse for time passing; it stands as a sentinel and a testimony to the circle of life and death!!