I retraced my steps down the sunken lane down to the right after leaving the gate and back down to the road that we had walked up from previously. Strangely the countryside looked rather different heading down the hill versus coming up – have you ever noticed how a direction change along the same path can alter your perspective completely?
When I got to the bottom I turned right along the road and was almost instantly confronted with a rather stereotypical old French fellow riding a bike. He smiled and greeted me as I passed, although he looked at me slightly suspiciously. I had a feeling that walkers aren’t particularly common in these parts, or maybe I stood out as a foreigner? For my part I did think that the only thing missing from him was a string of onions around his neck – everything else was there including pencil moustache, long coat, old fashioned bike and beret!
|Ferme de Gournay|
Having admired the view for a short while it was onward and through the woodland. It was already getting pretty dark in the trees and the path took a route through that resembled a tunnel. Over to the left I sensed that there was a steep slope/ cliff not too far off the path but decided not to investigate too much. I also wondered whether there might be a wild boar roaming around in the woods? They can be quite unpredictable and didn’t fancy encountering one. At the side of the path I saw a couple of signs that I don’t think I have ever seen in the UK telling people not to pick the fungi. I couldn’t decide if that was because the best edible ones were becoming scarce or whether people were picking toxic ones?
|Approaching St Jean-Le-Blanc|
|St Jean-Le-Blanc Crucifix|
|St Jean-Le-Blanc Church|