I think we technically live between areas of suburb called La Madeleine and Le Bondon. As the bus stops inform me. There’s a mix of all kinds of flats, houses, council flats, enormous houses... plonked within walking distance (well, between 15-30 mins) of town centre, retail parks, train station and woody countryside. It looks like the edge of any town really, but luckily they’ve left a few big oaks growing here so that it’s a bit greener. Not too far to boulangerie et cet, and the local Carrefour Cité could pass for a Tesco Express except that they sell fresh oysters in the fridge section.
So this morning, as decided by lack of money and lack of transport on a Sunday, I left early to avoid this odd october heatwave (or ‘la canicule’, I like that word). I amde my way through more and more suburbs, but within half an hour I had got out of town via a small dog walking field and brick wall:
A brief tour of main road later, I ended up at the Pont de Vincin. This was pretty much a road bridge over an estuarine river ( I think, as it was flat and muddy and I am fairly sure the water was flowing away from the sea). I guessed from my vague town map that the green areas near this bridge were countryside, and managed to find an unmarked footpath that lead along the river, after I had to squeeze though the entrance. I think this path goes all the way to Luscanen in some way or other.
It was much much cooler under the canopy and I even got a bit chilly and autumnal, having left in a dress.
The French seem obsessed with chestnuts. I saw a man collecting them on my way back from this path.
I have therefore decided it is probably a good thing if I learn to like chestnuts, plus they were so shiny I had to pick a few up and bring them back.
I had some photos that came out pretty well on this walk, because I was out there so early in the morning, so I will put the best ones in another post so that my waffling doesn't interrupt the scenery.
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