Saturday, May 15, 2021

What a display

After an abnormally dry March and April we are now facing an abnormally wet May. The builder, the men that are supposed to be laying the new stone tiles and the firm that have been hired to fit a new pool pump all call to say that they need a spell of good weather to finish off what they've each started. The stone layers, having consulted the weather forecast, think they might be back on Tuesday. In the interim The Rickety Old Farmhouse garden  is home to piles of sand, columns of stone and an orange cement mixer. PONettes find piles of sand intriguing. Piles of wet sand are doubly intriguing.

The wet weather is doing wonders for the wild flower meadows ...

which are borderline breath taking. More Swiss Alps than southern France. Its the number of wild orchids that differentiate this years from last years displays. This morning we walk for forty five minutes along the valley without seeing another soul or a passing car. In a sense the wild flowers really are an early rising dog owners singular gift.

There is something enticingly exotic about this - although for us this hotel is a mundane hours hop across the sea from Toulouse airport :


Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
Dreams of exotic adventure in far flung deserts? How could you, when surrounded with alpine-shifted gorgeousness as you are??!!! Angus needs to think more PON-like regarding wet sand piles and such... YAM xx

rottrover said...

The inn could easily be in Palm Springs or even Baja California - well, except for the ancient ruins! Beautiful. Beginning to make travel plans?

Coppa's girl said...

Angus, do remember to remind the builders that safe entry through your gates relies solely on Jaffa cakes!
Intriguing video for the hotel - or was it just a mini travelogue for the area? Difficult to tell. Not sure I'd like to be stuck out in the middle of the desert for more than a day or two, although it would be interesting to visit. When I see places like this, I always think about the people who must have scrubbed a living at barely subsistence level, and had to abandon their homes. I wonder what they would think if they knew it had been turned into a luxury hotel?
Given a choice I'd plump for your part of the world any day. If I wasn't so entrenched here now, I'd move to your side of the Pyrenees, but French bureaucracy is something I don't think I could face these days!