Today we started off by taking a 30 min walk around the, frankly, totally beautiful town of Beze, where we had stayed the night.
There is a certain Tom’s Midnight Garden quality to the place, with lots of greenery and a sort of faded, over-grown quality. Every street had something different and beautiful to look at. Even the lampposts had christmas trees.
But the crowning glory of Beze is the river flowing merrily through it, a river which comes out of the ground fully formed at its source, about 400m from the town centre. The source was quite a sight to behold, and I took a short video of it.
A thin mist hung over the whole place adding to its charm and beauty, and the river forked through the village in all sorts of windy unexpected ways. There were many small bridges, and a large abbey with a beautiful pagoda that jutted out over the river and was once used as a washroom.
Reluctantly we headed off down the road and 5 hours later, and about a 5th of my Yeats book, we were back in Nevache. It had grown dark and there was a thick layer of snow over everything.
Despite having travelled all day we then had to spend not an inconsiderable time moving furniture out of the car trailer. We had to do this because water had got in and was in danger of ruining the grumblies new bed.
So the day wasn’t without its exercise, although I’m not sure I can call it that.
Check out more photos of Beze – it’s beautiful to the maximus: