We had a long and steady descent from St Amas, all the way down into the valley below Rustrel. The first section was fine, we were on an unsurfaced road, but the next section, about 1.5km into the trek, was very steep and very rocky. We remained mounted, as both horses are pretty good at steep descents by now, but if we'd met this early in our stay here, we would have had to dismount and lead them, as Flurry was inclined to rush down rocky slopes until he learned to sit on his hocks and take it slowly.
|Looking back at some of the cliff section we rode along|
Shortly after that, we started hitting the really scenic stuff. I'm not one for putting human feelings onto animals, but the only way to describe Flurry's reaction was wonderment. He has always appeared to enjoy the views every bit as much as Anne and I, and today he stood and gazed at this scene for ages. Eventually, I asked him to move on again, which he did as willingly as ever.
Just around the corner, we came to a patch of ochre which was approximately "Gigi coloured"
|Gigi attempting to blend in|
A few minutes later, we met a lovely French couple and asked them to take a photograph of us. Finally, we have a picture of the four of us together out on the trail!
We left the scenic ochre pits behind us and carried on to Rustrel, but not before Flurry had one last look at the beautiful colours.
Riding through Rustrel, our Renegade boots were drawing attention once again. They've been called a lot of names - bottes (boots), sabots (hoofs or clogs), chaussures (shoes) but today was the first day they were called chaussettes (socks).
We've been wondering how long it would take before the horses started to recognise the jeep and trailer as "home." The answer is one day, in Flurry's case anyway - he spotted it in the car park and made straight for it!
George had one more call to make, so the horses got a twenty minute pick of grass in the car park - well earned.