a stroll in the Trièves

In the valley it feels as though spring has been here since February. But up above it'll be a few more weeks before the annual renaissance of colour and flora. Unlike the die-hard outdoor clubs who continue to chase the last snowy landsapes (you need to be a born-and-bred Grenoblois to have that burning desire), or even in comparison to how we were in our first years here (in a hurry to get up high even as we got soaked in slushy snow-melt) on Sunday we opted for an ambling walk in rolling countryside that Juan thought reminiscent of the UK. Well yes, apart from the back-drop:

Monestier du Percy, with Mont Aiguille

We got very tired walking for just two hours, heard the first cuckoo, soaked up the sun and were home in time for a siesta.