Along the Pyrenees 3: Saint-Bertrand-de-Commingues

The village of Saint-Bertrand-de-Commingues was a turning point as I made my way east along the Pyrenees. It was the first time I felt I was going towards the Mediterranean. It was the first day of unblinking sunshine in a while, and I welcomed the dry heat, after the cool, damp high mountains. But theContinue reading “Along the Pyrenees 3: Saint-Bertrand-de-Commingues”

La Roque-Saint-Christophe

The Roque-Saint-Christophe is a striking site. It encapsulates the extraordinary history of Périgord, mind-bogglingly long, and full of bloody twists and turns. The South of Périgord is structured around powerful rivers, such as the Dordogne, the Isle and the Vézère, and the steep valleys they have carved out. Cliffs and rocky outcrops everywhere mark theContinue reading “La Roque-Saint-Christophe”

Huelgoat and Bretons d’ailleurs

Eventually I tired of the wind along the coast. I was near Roscoff,and it was blowing from dawn to dusk, kicking up the dust and driving off trains of thoughts. I headed both inland and inwards, to Huelgoat. Huelgoat, “the upper wood” in Breton, is pronounced “U-èl-go-a-t”. It is a quaint village in the centerContinue reading “Huelgoat and Bretons d’ailleurs”