Mark and I were up early, checking our "chiller farm" in the back of the Galaxy. Techies out there will be please to hear that we have a redundant pair of matched cold boxes running on mains power with two sets of battery backup (fixed and mobile). They have to be relocated each morning and evening between the Galaxy boot and the shade behind M&M's tent. More to the point, milk bought on Friday is still fresh on Monday evening, despite temperatures into the thirties. That's evidence of the effectiveness of our Chiller Operating Policy.
As the sun rises it illuminates the crag to the south of us long before the sun actually hits the ground in the camping.
Mark and I walked into town for bread, croissants and pains-au-chocolat for breakfast. Some had been giving lessons in how not to park your small car. (We wont park our cars like that =] )
Kim had a friend drop in for breakfast.
All but Mary then went on a walk, using a route we'd picked up at the tourist office. We were a bit concerned by the sign that faced us as we prepared to cross the rivers (Ferrer and Tech)...
... but it was OK, the river was not in flood but had damaged the gué (something between a bridge and a ford) so cars were prohibited. In fact, you could have padded across the river. We were crossing with Prudence. She's our friend who gets around a bit. She's everywhere! And she stole one of my legs, hence only having one! =]
We climbed up towards Santa Creu, only to find that the chapel was not accessible because of works or dangerous structure. Still, we got a good view back towards the Canigou, the symbol of the Catalan Pyrenees.
The girls took a short cut home, (we needed a wee!) but Meld, Mark and I continued - a much longer route than we'd expected - but it gave excellent views over the town. It took us a while to locate the campsite, because it's so wooded you can't see any tents or caravans.
This is the old centre of the village, with the abbey in the centre and St Sauveur to its right.
After lunch we drove to Les Gorges de la Fou (Four meaning precipice in Catalan). A mile long and up to 600 feet deep, it is the narrowest gorge in the world, narrowing to just 80cm.
SEXY HELMETS!
You have to wear safety helmets as the head room isn't all that great, and you walk on an elevated walkway above the stream with safety netting above your head to protect from falling rocks.
The girls were always ready to pose for a photo
POEF POEF GIRLS!
On the way down again it became something of a procession - made colourful by the plastic helmets.
