Fête du Travail

After a couple of days in the UK to see our daughters Sally (thanks for the B+B and suitcase) and Kate, I landed back in Carcassonne to sunshine.

We woke this morning to clear blue skies and no wind and it was amazing how many families were using their Fête du Travail to cut their grass and potter round their gardens. Richard, not wanting to be out done, cut our lawn.

After lunch we decided that we needed a bit of exercise so we searched on the web for some walks in our area and found a good site that had some in the area. We selected one and drove to Pomas, a small village near Limoux.

We went through vineyards and small copses with the most fantastic smells of gorse, pine trees and thyme. In one direction we could see the snow topped Pyrenees in the distance and the Montagne Noire the other. We could hear the sounds of bees and bells around animals’ necks. It was beautiful. I think that the countryside is probably the best at this time of year, still fresh and not dried and parched from the summer heat.