Walking makes a comeback in our village

Every Sunday bar an occasional holiday, a small group of friends go for a walk.

It is always absolutely lovely.

Now, a couple of years later this has become an adapting group of French, Dutch, British, German and Moroccan people, who share a few hours on a Sunday morning, walking, relaxing and shedding skins as it were, while tramping through different parts of the countryside.

As some walkers grew up here, they know routes and villages which have totally changed and they can explain why and how.

Others love reading maps, getting lost and then finding the route using local signs and a compass. The walk is not that often the one we set out with.
I take yogi tea and some snacks and usually others bring something to share.

It is something to really look forward to every week.

In a rural community there are not many activities and the winters are quiet, and compared to a city, isolating.

When we walk we also get any worries or troubles into perspective, they expand or evaporate into the open air, fortunately.

We often have dogs, all-sorts, so some are pedigree, like the two deerhounds alongside a terrier or the scruffs of Loubejac.

Everyone has got to know Iris, the border collie that lives on a chain in a local farm where the owner's claim, she is guarding the property.

However, she gets out on most of the walks, usually wildly excited about chasing every smell.

Sadly she can be a bit antagonistic with other dogs (after two years living on a chain) but she is great for pulling tired legs up a hill.