Brebis country...

In between showers we wave goodbye to our hotelier and set off on narrow roads through fields of sheep and goats. Most of the farms produce cheese from goats or brebis (ewes). The little meadows are full of flowers. We are quickly stopping to take off rain gear as we overheat, only soon to shelter in a village bus stop to pile it all back on again in a heavy shower. It continues like that all day.
Overnight snow looks spectacular on very near mountain tops.


After many hairpin bends through a forest, picnic lunch is taken sheltering in an abandoned hut. A whizz down the valley follows the rushing mountain stream. There is no traffic.
Poor Tom gets a puncture just as we enter Laruns. The hotel is a traditional stone farm near the centre, with a barn for the bikes and very welcome powerful showers. The rooms have amazing views of the mountains at the end of the garden.


Arriving in the dry we just miss the next deluge. Madame books us into a little restaurant in the village square for dinner.

Location:Tardets-Sorholus to Laruns