Limousin, France – Day 8


Eighth day of our vacation based at the La Porcherie gite. I think we are getting into the swing of this holiday lark.

Yet another nice day, weatherwise so we decided to go explore Landes Pierre du Mas.

Pierres du Mas, Limousin, France
Pierres du Mas, Limousin, France

Once again the pond impressed with its quiet beauty.

Pierres du Mas, Limousin, France
Pierres du Mas, Limousin, France

It’s refreshing to be able to visit such places and to have them to yourself.

Pierres du Mas, Limousin, France
Pierres du Mas, Limousin, France

Not just the tranquility of the pond and the paths around its perimeter but also the beauty of the heather illuminating the mound.

Pierres du Mas, Limousin, France
Pierres du Mas, Limousin, France

Just a few feet of elevation makes all the difference and changes your perspectives.

Pierres du Mas, Limousin, France
Pierres du Mas, Limousin, France

There were many brightly coloured lizards here, but they were much to fast for me to photograph, so you will just have to take my word for it.

Pierres du Mas, Limousin, France
Pierres du Mas, Limousin, France

Even the lichens and moss, covering the rocks, has an inherent beauty. Providing a subdued contrast to the vibrant floral display of the heather.

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Pierres du Mas, Limousin, France

 

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Pierres du Mas, Limousin, France

We had taken some stale bread to the pond, hoping to entice the fish to put in an appearance. We were out of luck, the suitably softened crusts floated across the pond, driven by the gentle afternoon breeze. Apparently of no interest to the fish. However, it did prove to be attractive to a large crow who performed some impressive aerobatics and a fair emulation of a fish eagle plucking soggy bread from the surface of the pond.

Crafty crow plucking bread from the surface of the pond - Pierres du Mas, Limousin, France
Crafty crow plucking bread from the surface of the pond – Pierres du Mas, Limousin, France

The fresh air and exercise set us up nicely for the BBQ planned for our evening meal. The only fly in that particular ointment was the bottle of wine that we opened to wash it down. It was so decidedly bad that I tipped it away, the only bad wine of the whole holiday.

 

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