Our holiday home in France is nestled in the foothills of the Pyrenees and the local forested hills look promising for walks. TJS and me spied a small hill called La Souque a short distance from home that had a path marked to the top. Nuff said, and after a lazy day by the pool we headed out for a late afternoon walk.
After a drive along a forest road that caused several wince-inducing scrapes of the car chassis we headed off into the woods
We’ve made something of a habit this year of overgrown paths (check out our walks in North Wales and Mynydd Llangorse) and this one lived up to those challenges. After a 15 minutes of grass overgrown forest track the path plunged into a dark jungle of wild raspberry and blackberry bushes. The path was just about distinguishable but with shorts it was a painful ascent from which I still bear the scars (although the tiny wild rasperries and strawberries were nice). TJS was giving me the look again that I hadn’t told about these sorts of paths.
After 30 minutes of struggle we started to emerge onto the higher slopes with a clear path and sunny Alpine style glades. It was suddenly rather enchanting
We were soon on the summit at 1635m, a broad and grassy sway with expansive views over the local hills, down to the sea and back across to cloud-shrouded Canigou Massif that I’d climbed last year.
It was a perfect afternoon, warm enough to laze on the summit in the sun without being too hot for walking.
We wandered down the west ridge through grassy meadows, steep slopes and past rock tors and smelly sheep.
Nice easy going walking and we walked and chatted in the evening sunshine without a care in the world. A long stroll back along the forest track to the Fontaine de Brigardier (a manky stream and an equally manky shelter cum bothy) ended the day
A short walk, a simple walk, sometimes the best kind
A photo post of our life of leisure at our home from home in the foothills of the Pyrenees. We returned to same the same superb property as last year although this time in “The Mas” rather than the Ville D’Olive
View from the terrace
Pool Fun 1
Both properties are linked together and both superbly laid out and appointed. The Mas has a much bigger pool though and a hammock so it just about wins the family vote although not by much
The Mas and the Ville D’Olive
We spend the majority of our days in the simple pleasures of eating, swimming, sunbathing and relaxing, proper detox for a busy executive 🙂
Pool Fun 2
Might as well JUMP!
The views across the mountains are just superb especially in the early morning and evening.
Sunset over Spain
The local village of Montferrer is a 10 minute walk away. It’s a peaceful, charming little village with a small, friendly cafe that provides the daily bread and pastry supplies, and overlooked by a ruined castle on the hill
Montferrer
Chateau de Montferrer
No finer feeling than sitting in the warm sun with a book (or a gadget magazine in my case) looking over the mountains. It’s a rare find this place with such a wonderful house with a stunning pool and garden and amazing views. I could live here
Feet Up
View from the Hammock
More Pool Views
More Pool fun
…and Relax!
Midday View
Evening view
Eating is a serious business when in France. Freshly baked croissants and bread in the morning, salads and cold meats at lunchtime, BBQ in the evening
Breakfast in the Conservatory
Act your age!
A fabulous couple of weeks with some day trips to follow in later posts. Some more photos in the slide-show below
When we decided on Roussillon and the Pyrenees Orientales for our holiday I was taken with the idea of climbing a proper mountain. In Provence where we’ve stayed the last couple of years the scenery is magnificent but the walking is a little limited. I did manage a rather splendid walk along one of the ridges above the Verdon Gorge and was keen to repeat another adventure this year. We’d already had a couple of local walks on the Canal de Boulet and up to the local ruined castle of Montferrer but I wanted something more challenging.
Canigou from Chalets de Cortalets
The local magnet and highest mountain in the region is Canigou so that seemed an appropriate target. I have numerous guidebooks to the Pyrenees but none of them cover the mountains this far east. Without a guidebook and only the IGN maps as a guide I took the view that Canigou would have well-marked and used trails that would be easy to follow. It would serve as a good introduction to the region and once I had a feel for the area I could be more adventurous.
The main problem was that the main routes are all from the north and we were on the south giving a lengthy 1.5 hour drive to reach the start. Also the summit is at 2784m and most of the starts were at less than 1000m leaving a hefty climb in the summer heat. My tourist guidebooks mentioned forest roads that could be driven up to over 2000m that would make the ascent much easier. However they also mentioned tales of large potholes and suitability only for four-wheel drive and I wasn’t keen on taking my family car up there and coming a cropper. With this in mind I found what looked like a good compromise with a route from the east starting from a tiny hamlet called Los Masos. I figured it was about an hour from the house and would save a lengthy drive and looked a pleasant route.
Puig Del Roc Negre
As luck would have it I managed to find a decent guidebook to the area while we were in Prats de Mollo. It was in French but it did have my chosen route in it. Bad news was that it confirmed a total ascent of over 1800m, nearly 6000 feet in old money. It didn’t kill my enthusiasm so I packed up a full sack of water and food the night before and set my alarm for an alpine style start at 4am. I figured I wanted to get the ascent out-of-the-way before the day got too hot and I fervently hoped that the temperatures would be a little more bearable up high.
I slept badly and was awake well before my alarm so I crept out of the house just after 4 and drove the silent empty roads in the dark. My drive took me up to the same road I’d used for the walk on the Canal de Boulet with D. The dirt track was easy in the daylight but much more intimidating in the dark so I took things easy. The drive was enlivened by driving through an electric fence gate that you just push open with the car – a novel experience – and seeing some baby wild boar cross the road in front of me. I arrived at the Los Masos car park just before 5:30 and there were a couple of people sleeping by their car. I parked up quickly so as not to disturb them and headed off into the darkness finding my way by the light of my headtorch. I’d been concerned about finding the start of the path and keeping to it in the dark. I needn’t have worried as it was well-marked with paint splashes and apart from a couple of pauses to look around I had no problems. I settled into a slow steady pace up the 600m of zigzags through the forest and the light of dawn through the trees started to light the way just before I came out into the open at Portillon. It had only taken me an hour to make the climb so I was pretty pleased. As I emerged the sun was just rising.
Sunrise from Portillon
Clouds over the Roussillon Plain
I’d expected to see the Roussillon Plain and the coast laid out beneath my feet but instead there was a layer of low cloud and I was above it. It was breathtaking. I wandered until along until I found a spot to perch on the edge of the steep slopes I’d just climbed and catch my breath. The mountains were still dark and brooding but the sun was casting a glow of light over the clouds beneath my feet.
Ras Del Prat Cabrera
Sunrise over Ras Del Prat Cabrera
A few people had driven up the forest road and had camped for the night. One tent was perched right on the edge of the cliffs with a roaring fire going. I was mesmerised and sat for a good 30 minutes just soaking it in. I came back to reality as cars started coming up along the forest road and I soon realised that it was perfectly driveable with all sorts of cars making light work of the drive. It probably wouldn’t have saved me any time but it would have avoided a 600m climb in the dark. If I came up again I’d drive up and camp in this lovely spot.
Islands in the clouds
I still had a long walk and a lot of climbing to do so I pushed on. From Portillon there is a choice of routes, either up the road to the Chalet de Cortalets or along a higher path from the Ras Del Prat Cabrera. I chose the latter. It was an excellent route up through the trees with ever-expanding views and no-one else about, a real sense of peace.
View from my Breakfast spot
Well it would have been if I hadn’t been accompanied by a couple of hundred buzzing flies. They were to be my constant companions for the rest of the day. There was a constant low hum from the undergrowth and a buzzing in my ears. It was like having tinnitus. They seemed intent on exploring all my facial orifices and were deeply annoying. I pressed on until I realised I’d been walking for over 3 hours and hadn’t eaten. I stopped on a pile of boulders and had a stonking breakfast of croissants and jam washed down with a fresh cuppa. The flies seemed to respect mealtimes and left me alone. The weather was still warm even at 9am but not too hot as yet. As I packed, a large group, the first people I’d seen, walked past and greeted me with cheery “Hola”s to remind me I was in Catalan country. The walk to the hut was airy and spectacular and it was great to be amongst real mountains again. As I approached the hut, walkers became more numerous, likely they had stayed overnight in the hotel after ascending Canigou the previous day or perhaps this morning to watch the sunrise.
Chalet de Cortalets
The hut itself was huge and there were numerous people having breakfast so I pushed on past and started heading towards the main climb to the summit. The hut is located in a high alpine style bowl with spacious trees and a dried up lake. There were several people camping in the woods and it would be a splendid spot in spring when the lake would be full and the wild flowers would be in bloom. As I emerged Canigou and its north ridge, my route of ascent became visible and it looked magnificent, all brooding crags and rock ridges.
Canigou north ridge
The path from here heads across to the Pic Joffre where it meets the north ridge and I could see a steady stream of people ahead of me. The temperature was rising so I just settled into my routine pace and ate up the metres. Alpine starts never used to agree with me when I was younger and it was clear they still didn’t. My breakfast was sitting heavy and became a bit of struggle to keep going. The views were awesome and that kept me going.
The Tete Valley from Pic Joffre
As you climb onto the north ridge Canigou rises dramatically above you and from a distance looks rocky and impregnable.
Canigou north ridge from Pic Joffre
As I reached the bottom of the final climb (along with tens of other groups, the path traversed out onto the western flank and climbs to the summit in a series of long lazy zigzags. With hindsight I could have avoided the crowds and just climbed the ridge direct as it didn’t look much harder than a grade 1 scramble and I could have easily just traversed back onto the path if things had got tough.
Final summit slopes and ridge
I was mighty relieved to reach the summit and enjoy the 360 degree panorama along with a couple of hundred other people! It was just after 11 and I’d completed the long climb in a little over 5 hours including rests
North ridge from my summit spot
Canigou is a sacred mountain in Catalan culture and climbing the summit is a pilgrimage to many as well as magnet for walkers like myself eager to climb the highest point. The large summit cross is draped in the Catalan colours.
Summit Cross
There is a colourful orientation table but the only pilgrims worshipping it was a cloud of flying ants (why do they love mountain summits so much!). I quickly dropped a few feet from the summit and found a quiet peaceful spot overlooking the way I’d come up. The local mountains looked superb and I took a long and lasting rest while planning numerous other routes from the basis of my new guide.
Puig Del Roc Negre & Puig Dels Tres Vents
When I’m back this way I’ll bring my bivvy gear and do the donkey work in the evening, sleep up high and walk the summits and ridges in the early morning. It’s great walking country and I’d be pretty sure that, away from Canigou, you’d have it largely to yourself.
Your tired hero!
I was still feeling less than 100% and couldn’t face much of the vast weight of food I’d lugged up. I lay back on the rock and sunbathed for a while I ate my fresh fruit. I was pleased that the temperature was bearable and the light wind was most welcome. The realisation dawned on me that I had to reverse the 1800m I’d just climbed so collected my stuff to head down.
Forest around Chalets de Cortalets from the summit
Heading down, stragglers still heading up
I had half an idea to make a circuit and head down via the Crete du Barbet. However this involved a nasty descent of La Chiminee, all loose rock and people bouncing stones down it and another 100m of re-ascent. I couldn’t face it and decided just to return the way I’d come. As I headed down there were still loads of people coming up, most of whom looked decidedly unhappy as they were now climbing in the full heat of the sun.
Now I was on my way down I had the spring in my step back and I was enjoying the situation a lot more especially the lovely wander through the trees and meadows back to the hut.
Chalets de Cortalets
Having done a major day I decided to treat myself to a cold coke and a large jug of iced water (had I not been driving I would have a had a couple of beers but I’d probably have fallen asleep at the table and scared the tourists!). It was a great spot for a relax and it was a real effort to pick myself up and continue down – I still had a long way to go. As I passed the corner of the hut I noticed it had a tap dispensing cold water. I knew the hut would sell bottled water but had no idea it had a fresh water supply. I’d carried several litres of water with me to last all day so it was a little frustrating to realise I hadn’t needed to. Lessons learned!
I hadn’t the energy to repeat the high level path I’d ascended in the morning so I just walked back down the forest track. It wasn’t as bad as I thought with hardly any traffic with most people still out on the mountain. I plodded down grateful that the sun was behind the trees keeping the temperature bearable. As I came back out onto the edge above the forest where I’d sat and watched the sunrise I came out into the sun. It was blisteringly hot and I suddenly felt overwhelmed and overheated. I had planned a stop here in the sun before I went down the final slopes but it was unbearable.
Canal de Boulet from Ras Del Prat Cabrera
I walked as fast as I dared and plunged down into the forest until I found a shady rock in the trees. I was soaked through with sweat with rivulets running down my arms and legs. I just sat fanning myself with the map in an effort to cool down, lightening my load by drinking a hefty guzzle of water. I took off my trail shoes to let my feet breath and massage the blisters that had formed on my toes. It was a struggle to put them back on and move off. I was pretty knackered by this point and longed for the air-conditioned comfort of the car. I pretty much jogged down the 600m to the bottom, chased by the flies and amazed at how steep the path was and my speed of ascent in the dark earlier. I crossed a small, very welcome stream and ducked my head to cool down before I finally reached the car at 3.30. 10 hours for the walk which was just within the guidebook time, not bad going in full summer heat allowing for my tendency for long rests.
I arrived back, footsore, grubby and totally wiped out to a warm welcome from the family. One of the real pleasures of the holiday was waiting for me, a cooling dip in the pool.
What a day! I’d been above the clouds, climbed a sacred mountain and worshipped its glory. I was tired but fulfilled. I’d sleep tonight, and tomorrow I’d rest 🙂
It was time to head to our home for the next two weeks.
View south towards Spain
Rather than stay near the coast I wanted to be up in the hills. There is a bewildering choice of holiday accommodation in the South of France but the photos on the website of the Villa D’Olive with its views across the green mountains of the Pyrenees Orientale tipped the balance
Pool and Villa D’Olive
When we arrived on the Saturday evening the weather was looking dark and stormy but what it couldn’t hide was just what an amazing location the villa was in.
Clear evening
High on hillside at around 800m near the pretty village of Montferrer the views were every bit as stunning as the photos promised – a real “wow “moment as we stepped from the car to the warm greeting from the owners Ian and Linda. They were the perfect hosts, always on hand to help with any questions about the local area but respectful in allowing us to chill and relax
Sunny morning
The house itself was marvellous, beautifully appointed with loads of space and plenty of homely touches. As to the grounds a profusion of wild flowers surrounded the lawns (with its own table tennis, the kids really liked that) and of course the pool. The kids needless to say were straight in while me and Jane did the unpacking.The true test of any holiday home for me is how quickly you feel at home, in this case about 30 minutes.
Pool and gardens
Despite my natural instinct to explore, just like our previous visits to Provence I quickly drop into a chill-out regime that scratches my itch to get back in the car (mind you 4 days living out of a suitcase does that pretty well). In the morning either me or TBF would take the 15 minute stroll into the village to collect the fresh bread and croissants for the day. After a leisurely breakfast, a morning of relaxing by the pool, reading and swimming, and a mid morning snack of local fresh fruit. Lunch taken in the conservatory (even at 800m it’s too hot to sit in the sun).
Lunch in the conservatory
Lots of local wildlife to share the place with
Don’t make me angry….
More of the same in the afternoon with a game of table tennis thrown in until it was time for the evening meal outside by the pool while the sun went down.
Evening chill-out
We had a few evening showers with being so hot and in such close proximity to the mountains. We were treated to a double rainbow display on one evening….
Natures colour palette
Somewhere over the rainbow
And some blazing sunsets as well.
The sun sets on another lazy day
There are actually two properties on the estate with a Mas lower down the slopes with its own much larger pool.
The Mas, Villa D’Olive behind
Linda kindly let us spend a day by the pool at the Mas during the changeover day so we could compare and contrast.
The Mas Pool
The kids loved the bigger pool and the fact they could jump in as there was a deep end.
Mas pool from the lazy comfort of the hammock
Mas Pool
I loved the large hammock and could have spent the whole 2 weeks lying it.
This is the life
I’d obviously love to go back and it would be a hard choice between the properties as they are both superb
We spent at least half of the two weeks just chilling by the house with some local walks thrown in (more posts to follow). Whilst my natural instinct is to explore the local towns and villages and especially in this mountainous region, climb the hills, I love these relaxing days and despite all the great things we did, it’s the days spent at the villa that are my own abiding memory.
Pool and Villa D’Olive
As I have to work full-time I don’t get as much time as I’d like with the family but these days are real quality time to spend together and I treasure them.
Evening clarity
These are the simple pleasures of life. Good food (and yes a few beers too, including the local cherry beer), warm sunshine, play and relaxation, all in a mountain setting to die for. A real detox from modern life.
I’ll follow-up with a few posts about pool antics, a couple of local walks (including a walk from the villa) and some nearby excursions to gorges and fortified towns but for now a few pictures of the villa and it’s surroundings and a little slide show to feel the sun as winter approaches back in the UK. A big thanks again to Linda and Ian for their hospitality and sharing their small slice of heaven
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