Sunday 26 Aug - good sleep, Hèrisson Falls walk, relax with goats, Lac, Besain

We had another good sleep, before getting up for a slow brekky (this could get habit-forming!). But today we wouldn’t be lazing around, as plans were afoot for a walk uphill at nearby Hèrisson Falls. So in mid-morning we drove the 20km to the Falls. Apparently the Falls are quite spectacular when in full flow, but the lack of rain this summer had reduced them to a trickle. Nonetheless, the walk was enjoyable, made a bit easier by stairs on the steeper parts.

Halfway up the hill, Albon stopped and started pointing to the other side of the valley saying “chamois, chamois”. Soon, others stopped and repeated the chant, which drew an even bigger crowd. I looked where he was pointing to a shaded ledge on the rock wall, but could see nothing. I started to suspect that Albon was pulling a practical joke on everyone, by pointing to a non-existent chamois. It wasn’t until Ruth showed me a photo she had taken, and there it was! No way could I see it in real-life, and even on film it was hard to see until the exposure had been digitally enhanced. Which leads me to the question of how the hell did Albon see it in the first place? Did he just know where they always shelter during the day?

We continued to the top of the hill, where there were some cafes and seats. Rita and Sarah had no trouble finding places to rest! We stopped for a while and ate our packed lunch, and then Albon volunteered (was volunteered?) to walk back down the hill and bring the car to the top of the hill to pick us up. No one argued with this plan of action.

While Albon was walking down the hill, we wandered across to another area that had a flower museum and animal enclosure, and then lay around in the sun and/or shade with some goats until Albon came back with the car.

Then it was time to head back to Besain but along the way we got distracted by Lac de Chalain, which Rita and Sarah decided was too good for a swim to pass by. So we pulled in and they both went for a dip. Others on the Lac were more interested in canoeing.

Then, finally, it was home to Besain for drinks and dinner.