From Langogne

In 1878, Stevenson wrote so much better than I do: of his ascent from the Allier valley, he said:

"All the way up the long hill from Langogne it rained and hailed alternately; the wind kept freshening steadily, although slowly; plentiful hurrying clouds--some dragging veils of straight rain-shower, others massed and luminous as though promising snow--careered out of the north and followed me along my way."

Of course, Moonface and I had a wind from the south, blowing into our faces to force our jacket hoods up and our heads down, for protection against its chilling bite. Instead of a donkey to carry our baggage, we had a taxi to take most of our goods from hotel to hotel, although we each carried a rucksack of goods which might be needed during the day.


:O)