|Basic free aire in the grounds of a large charcouterie|
|with a view across the upper Allier valley|
|The place sells all more than just meat products - local cheeses, wine, Puy lentils, craft beers and Bio fruit juices...|
After depositing our purchases in the van we headed off to explore the village, about a kilometre distant down a narrow lane that once was the main road to Pradelles. Though little more than a village now, the centre has some impressive five storey houses and a series of small squares, each with a fountain.
|The forecast rain arrives...|
On cue, as we crossed the central square,, a bedraggled looking man in a black waterproof poncho and soggy straw hat wandered by, trudging slowly behind - a depressed looking donkey. Christopher and Eeyore were followed moments later three female companions. They looked none too delighted either.
"For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move; to feel the needs and hitches of our life more clearly; to come down off this feather-bed of civilization, and find the globe granite underfoot and strewn with cutting flints. Alas, as we get up in life, and are more preoccupied with our affairs, even a holiday is a thing that must be worked for. To hold a pack upon a pack-saddle against a gale out of the freezing north is no high industry, but it is one that serves to occupy and compose the mind. And when the present is so exacting who can annoy himself about the future?"