Not a cloud in the sky next morning as we provisioned at a local super market, then followed a riverside cycle path, busy with Sunday joggers. Past meadows, timber framed farms and a distant view of the Pyrenees. Coffee in a pretty village, then a single width farm lane undulating through woods,under the gaze of Red Kites, Black Kites and Vultures.
We had a celebratory beer in the old, cobbled centre of St Jean Pied de Port.
Then a final steep up hill to the gite with a stunning view over a mountain scene. Dinner (including basque pudding - like bakewell tart) was served on a terrace to complete a beautiful day! Over the meal and several flasks of red wine, Marilyn told us their grand daughter calls a Roger , "Old Rog"!
Location:Bayonne to St Jean Pied de Port
