It seems to be the same group of pilgrims staying at Le ferme du Barry last night and after a few Aubrac blonde biers I was a little more talkative at the table, talking French gibberish to great effect. M. Barry produced a sumptuous dinner with lamb and the local dish, Aligot, a mixture of potatoes, cream and cheese.
Amazingly, today was a glorious summer’s day for the Aubrac traverse. Full sun and not a hint of wind or rain. The plateau looked quite attractive. After walking for a couple of hours we came to a remote cafe and stopped for tea. The place was 1 star dirty and it was a pleasure to get on our way in the sunshine.
We sat in the garden of a gite to eat our ham and cheese sandwich along with all the other pilgrims. The gite had a dazzling selection of fruit tarts and I chose Apple and Pear with a green tea. With all these fruit tarts on offer across France I decided not to carry 225 grams of sweets any further and left them at the gite last night. Unfortunately one of my roommates thought I’d forgotten them and presented them to me in the garden. No doubt the Waitrose label was a hint. I did my best to offload some of them to the bemused pilgrims and will dispose of the remainder more carefully.
This is the land of the long horned cattle. There are 50000 of them and later this month they are dressed up and driven into Nasbinals for a beauty contest.
M. Barry serving the Aligot last night
Pilgrims “keep your feet dry” bridge
Crossing the Aubrac. The French like barbed wire fences
Our garden lunch, tarte du maison
Pilgrims setting off together