A little over halfway
we heard voices and went to investigate.
It was a group of hunters, clad in bright orange, overlooking a field
below the path. We were surprised to see them as it was a main
walking path, a Saturday and lunchtime! The eldest hunter squinted at
us and when we asked if it was dangerous for us to carry on along the path he said
we should turn back. We’ve never been good at going back! We explained we wanted to continue – he looked
a bit unsure and then two more walkers hurried by so he had no choice, but to
let us carry on. One of the hunters had
a radio and said he would let the other hunters know we were on the path. As we left, he wished us “bonne chance,”
which was slightly disconcerting!
I’ve never been fast at going
downhill, but the risk of getting shot made my legs move more quickly. I was pleased I was wearing a bright red
top. We could hear the dogs in the woods
above us and then suddenly they were behind us.
Reaching a clearing, where we hoped we would be seen, we stood and
watched, being sure to make lots of noise.
The hunting dogs had so much character and were surprisingly agile as they made their way over the rocks. They were completely disinterested in
us. Their tails wagged enthusiastically
as they picked up the scent of their prey, a fox which had rushed passed us in
a blur a few minutes earlier. We knew
that the hunters were looking for sanglier (wild boar) not foxes. Looking up I could see a lone hunter perched
on an outcrop of rock like a bright orange sentinel. As we shouted he spotted us and indicated
with a wave of his gun that it was safe for us to continue.
La Vinzelle |
Close by, the Auberge du Peyral
(open April to September) was doing a roaring trade and we managed to get the
last table. We sat on the airy terrace
tucking into delicious salads and sipping cold rose wine as the River Lot sparkled
in the sunlight far below.
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