Monday, July 07, 2014

A Long Way to Go for a Walk

After several nerve-wracking days waiting for the Bac results to come out, we were finally put out of our misery. My son passed. It was a skin of the teeth job, as expected, but the fac doesn't care and neither does he. All he has to do now is prove himself doing the course he's chosen!

His first job is to find a flat to share with two buddies though.

Meanwhile, after all the 'excitement' of the previous weeks (Bac, broken wrists, being confined to barracks), my DB and I decided we needed a weekend away, but not too far. I suggested Villefort in Lozère where we rented a chalet a few years ago because it has a nice lake you can walk around and is in one of my favourite regions - the Cevennes.
Lac Villefort (with dam). We walked along the top right hand lake path.
We set off on Saturday arguing with the satnav which we vaguely needed but only after a certain point. It wanted to send us in the wrong direction out of town for the route we wanted to take, and it got confusing unravelling the mess. Frankly, maps are so much easier except that you can't read them and drive at the same time.

Eventually, the satnav woman caught up with our choice of route and stopped telling us to do a demi-tour dès que possible. The weather was very pleasant, and the roads far from busy. We drove through Anduze which is another little town on my top local places list.

I camped there with the boys several years ago (probably the last time I slept in a tent! My back took a long time to recover!) and had a terrific time. There's a steam train that leaves from Anduze to chug its way through some beautiful scenery, stop at the Bambouseraie, and continue on to its terminus at St Jean du Gard. You can take a picnic lunch and either eat it at tables on the station platform or walk to the river, or buy a snack at the snack bar. I used to have a favourite day out which involved catching the train to St Jean where we ate our picnic lunch, then getting back on the train, stopping to visit the Bambouseraie, and catching the last train back to Anduze (or the other way round). This was when my youngest was small and I could carry everything in the pushchair (nostalgia).

My DB hasn't been on the steam train yet, and although we didn't stop this time, we have decided to make Anduze our destination next weekend.

Beyond Alès (which is a dump), we came off the main road to find a spot for our picnic lunch. We found a nice quiet country road which had been recently rained upon and smelled delicious. I had packed a ploughman's lunch complete with cheddar and Branston Pickle which tasted marvellous with the Tradition (levain) bread from the boulangerie. We ate shooting party style with the Yaris boot up and platform down to make a lunch bar. It was peaceful, pretty and perfumed.

Picnic spot... note incongruous shoes with walking outfit
Back in the car, the roads twisted and turned up and down the mountains to Villefort. We stopped by the lake and decided to walk for an hour. The path was often in the shade of the huge pine trees that grow on the banks of the lake. I had cycled this path with the boys when we stayed opposite in the camping/chalet park. It is not actually a path suitable for mountain bikes, but we didn't know that... We made it all the way round though, even my youngest who was about 8!

It takes two and a half hours to walk round, but this time we stopped after half an hour, and turned back. My DB was feeling a little fragile after the previous evening's merriment... (plus tendinitis, bad back, etc...).

Lake walk (lake on left)... note sensible walking shoes
Then came the challenge of finding somewhere to stay. We hadn't booked because we always regret it, but there and again, it was the first weekend of the summer holidays and... everywhere was full. There aren't that many hotels in Villefort, so we had to try further afield. I got my satnav to help out by finding hotels in the area, and it sent us on a wild goose chase to a small village called Vialas where the hotel was in fact chambres d'hote. We don't really like chambres d'hotes as you have to talk to people at dinner. Sometimes you want to and sometimes you don't. We didn't, except to each other, so carried on towards Florac some 25km away.

Just outside Florac, we came across a village that had a hotel and not too many people about, unlike the picturesque Pont de Montvert which was packed with visitors. The Hotel Lozerette had room (hurrah!) so we booked ourselves in and went to relax in our room.

Unfortunately, wifi was not available in the rooms, and there was barely a phone network. This wouldn't have been a problem except that my DB had two MOOC assignments to finish which he'd completely forgotten about, and needed a good internet link to watch the videos. He hummed and haahed about staying or leaving (and going home!), and in the end opted to stay because he could do his MOOC the next day once home.

By this time, we were sitting outside in the delightful garden, in the balmy summer air, sipping rosé and studying the menu. Dinner turned out to be nothing great. I had a trout which was so over-fried some of the bones were welded to the meat. He asked for a vegetarian menu and got a plate of veggies plus mashed potato instead of fish, which was a little weird. We also had to send back a half bottle of local wine because it was 'bouchonné'. The waitress annoyed my DB by going to check with the chef rather than taking him at his word, like he can't tell the difference between bouchonné and normal rosé! I don't think we'll go back!

Next day, we packed up and left, had a coffee and croissant in Florac at the biker bar rather than pay 9 Eur for the hotel breakfast and were home by lunch time.

View from biker bar terrace, Florac
To be honest, it was a long way to go for an hour's walk...

15 comments:

  1. I remember that steam train.....and the bambou park....lovely area.

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    1. It is! Everyone loves going on the train, and the bamboo park is amazing with so many different varieties of bamboo. Nice shop too. :)

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  2. I absolutely LOVE Anduze. I used to go there every summer as a child and would swim in the Gardon under the steam train bridge. It was magical.

    Oh dear, this is making me feel a bit homesick...

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    1. I don't think it's changed much, either. It still looked as charming, pretty and authentic as we drove through. :)

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  3. Congrats to your son for his bac' ! At least he can move on to university now, which is great. And I can;t believe that my home country is so cheap (breakfast in hotels are more around the £25 mark...). I wish I could go to a lovely weekend with hubby, but he is working non-stop. maybe I need to be more French and take a lover? just joking, of course...

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    1. This was a hotel in a very small village in the middle of nowhere, where the set dinner menu was €17.50. Very reasonable prices! I just wanted a coffee and croissant, so €9 was bit steep. I paid €6 for two coffees and two croissants in the biker bar and even that was quite expensive.

      There's no way breakfast is worth €25! That's just taking the piss. :)

      Shame your husband is working so hard. Weekends away are so refreshing (even if they end up curtailed...).

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  4. Oh congratulations to your son! That is awesome. Truthfully I think they learn more flatting than they do an uni, well at least I did. Getting along with people is paramount. Do they not have halls there? for the first year?

    What a majestic area and a lovely walk. Glad you changed into your good walking shoes!!!

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    1. Thanks, Jody. Yes they do have 'halls' but they are for students from further away than us. We live nearby but have crappy public transport which is one reason he wants to share a flat. The other, main reason, is to leave home. Understandable!

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  5. Congrats to the mamere too - I'm sure you did more worrying that he did!

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    1. I seem to have spent the last 7 years telling him to do more work, and him resisting. Very successfully too!

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  6. You're so good at taking time out with your DB! The Shah, after many years of resisting holidays altogether, seems to have taken some sort of head rush and we are going mad this year with three holidays booked already! Congrats to your son on the Bac - let's hope Uni and the flat goes well1

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    1. As we don't live together, going away is the only way we can spend some time just him and me. And of course, we would normally go off on the motorbike which is half the fun. Healing wrists can cope with the bike though, but the urge to get away is still strong. :)

      I hope you enjoy your plethera of holidays, and that they go completely to your head and represent the start of many more! :)

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  7. This post made me laugh. We don't like the enforced dining either. Plus the Satnav confusion is par for the course.
    Congratulations again to your son. A new era for us both coming up.

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    1. Thanks Trish!

      I'm glad to hear we're not the only ones who don't care for chambre d'hotes! I don't mind sometimes, but usually prefer the less stressful atmosphere of a hotel where everyone expects you to just do your own thing. :)

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  8. Yes, a long way for a walk, but in such wonderful scenery. Getting away is important and i'm glad you enjoyed your weekend. Congratulations to your son on his success in the bac. Sounds like he's raring to make the next step. :-)

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