The sky brightens by midday so we head up through swiss style farms and hamlets, the road getting steeper and steeper and very narrow. No cars and stunning views, as the hairpins wind up to a col d'Arangaiz at 835m. Two English ladies, in wellies and on mountain bikes, are on the way down.
Cream coloured cows with big horns on the road are spooked, stampeding amongst us. Then heavy rain upsets them even more but we escape into an old basalt quarry to eat our lunch. Marilyn treats us to slabs of cake. I make natty waterproof socks from plastic bags. Getting cold we head back down where the sun reappears. Tomorrow we move on, and the forecast is for more showers!
Location:Tardets-Sorholus