A very English Sunday walk

If you go on a walk near Limoux in the Aude at this time of year, you’re entitled to scenery like this:

Vineyards near Villar -St-Anselme

In our walking group here in Laroque we all take turns to organise the weekly outings.  And this week, it was the two of us, the only English, who were in charge. We decided on an autumn walk among the vines round Saint Polycarpe, near Limoux.  The weather forecast wasn’t great, but the rain promised to hold off till 3 o’clock.  But no.  English leaders, English weather. Think of us plodding through the mud as the rain increased in intensity, long long before 3 o’clock arrived.  Everyone blamed us, of course.  They think this is the only kind of weather we know, back in England.

It all began so well….

Above Saint Polycarpe, 10.00 this morning.

Lunch was early, at Gardie, but we didn’t beat the rain.  We had our break in the bus shelter, for goodness sake, and got togged up like this immediately after.

The clouds descend…..

And the gloom.

Can’t see much.

Saint Polycarpe’s down there somewhere…

Still, nobody complained.  We got our fresh air and exercise, and our friends had a thoroughly good time holding us responsible for the rain and mud.

PS.  Dangermouse update.  We caught him last week.  He is no more.  He was a rat.  Eurghhhhh.

8 thoughts on “A very English Sunday walk”

  1. So-British indeed. Hope you haven’t got ‘so-British’ Brasher walking boots. I used to, and whenever I walked amongst vineyards they used to collect more and more clay until I literally couldn’t lift my feet 🙂

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  2. Actually, Kalba, I have. I love them. I’ve had them years, and they’ll last me out I think. They resist the worst of wet and muddy conditions and they’re quite incredibly comfortable. They cost a lot, but worth every penny. Now, how’s that for a free and unsolicited testimonial.

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  3. Yes, I love them too – I still have them, but their habit of collecting mud got to me in the end so I now wear Quechua Goretex boots (like almost everyone else here!) and they’re fine. I’ve had 2 pairs of Brashers over the years and they’ve both been the same. Maybe it’s me 🙂

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  4. Saint Polycarpe – what a terrific name although I am sure I am pronouncing it wrongly in my head!
    Oh yes, lunch in bus shelters, all sounds very familiar.
    Freezing fog and bitterly cold here in Wensleydale, and a good covering of snow up in Richmond last week.
    Don’t want to even think about the rat……….

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  5. It doesn’t seem to matter what I wear at the moment, the orchards are so churned up by the late/wet harvest my boots look like they’ve been taking deep soil samples. Very British to have lunch in a bus shelter though. We used to live in Eastbourne (seaside holiday town) and were always amazed by the amount of people who would stop in the car park,overlooking the grey English channel, and bring out tupperware sandwiches & a flask. Very odd.

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    1. Oh I know! Very British – or German too I think, to picnic in a grotty lay-by, or car park near, but not in real sight of some much lovelier sight. In our case, we were wet, and the village was pretty – even by the bus stop. My boots have been cleaned up too.

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