I parked up at what the locals had named Champ Rapide which overlooks the valley and took a look around the grassland before setting off on a walk. Behind me lay the ocean. Chilled, soft blue. Like glass. The sward is clearly past its summer finery, but...
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I parked up at what the locals had named Champ Rapide which overlooks the valley and took a look around the grassland before setting off on a walk. Behind me lay the ocean. Chilled, soft blue. Like glass. The sward is clearly past its summer finery, but many flowers still studded the hillside – small scabious, devil’s bit scabious, knapweeds and eyebrights – frequented by these beautiful little Lasioglossum solitary bees with endearingly long antennae. I then took a path which takes you down the steep hillside and across open pasture field to an apple orchard where the mustard-green mistletoe nests amongst the branches. Next, the path takes you down across the river and into a small village itself, before heading up the other side of the valley and into the darker woodlands where the trees crowd over the pathway to form a shady passageway between the trunks. After crossing the road, and walking beneath some truly majestic beeches, the track winds up a steep wooded hillside and releases
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