Le Sauvage to Saint Alban-sur-Limagnole.

Today as we looked out of our window our view was obscured. Gone were the distant views, these were now hidden by mist. We packed and went down for breakfast.

Again it was bread and coffee, only this time there were no cups, only bowls. The French were dipping the bread into their coffee ir chocolate before consuming it. I’m not sure why they did this as the bread wasn’t stale.

As we exited the gite we had to start off into a head wind. This was when I realised that the day wasn’t misty but we were up in the clouds.

With rain coat and cape we both proceeded onto the chemin yet again.

The damp air, it wasn’t really bad enough to call rain, didn’t dampen our spirits and we both soon burst into song.

We eventually descended enough to get out of the clouds and we both enjoyed our walk into Saint Alban-sur-Limagnole.