Col d'Agnes

The fog cleared quicker than I had expected this morning, so that by the time I had finished scything fields 1 and 2, it was a beautiful day with not a cloud in the sky. Alas it was too late for a mountain walk, so I thought I'd get the road bike out again.

I was quickly changed (superman would have been jealous) and on my way. After dropping down to Castet d'Aleu and the main road, I cycled to Oust then climbed the Valley Garbet (via Ercé and Aulus) before tackling the Col d'Agnes (a category 1 climb with 826m height gain in about 10km) which is regularly included in the Tour de France. It was hot and airless and the first third has no shade, but I kept going and soon I left the wooded valley behind and the mountain views opened up. Some shade and a cool breeze made the going easier and I was soon at the col (well nearly 1hr 25mins).

Near the top of the col during the famous Ariegoise Cycle Race.
In fact I only saw one other cyclist goint the same way as me
- he overtook me just 10m from the col - git!

A fast descent to the Etang de Lers and lunch in the café was followed by an even faster descent to Massat. The gradient eases after Massat and by the time I'd got back to Castet d'Aleu my legs were beginning to go to sleep. The 400m climb back to Quélébu (between 1 in 6 and 1 in 7 for the entire first two kilometers) soon had the blood flowing in my legs again. About 4hr 40 for the 70km circuit with 1565m of height gain in all.

Provence

Claviers

Have been in Provence (Claviers) for a few days visiting Stella and Howard. Good to relax, swim in the pool and catch up with old friends. At the local market in Bargemon I found some delicious smoked Pork filet and a donkey sausage (the donkey meat is deliciously lean). The weather was much better there than here so I managed to catch some rays too. It's a long way to go - 6 1/2 hours drive normally - but the journey back was longer because I missed a turn and ended up in Avignon then I got done for speeding...bummer!

Alain my neighbour (who lives in Provence for most of the year) sent me some great photos of the barn, which he took a few weeks ago when he was here.

A walk in the woods this afternoon has produced two ceps, some hedgehog of the woods, some chanterelle and masses of horn of plenty (which I'll dry). Tonight its a 100% home-produced meal - potatoes, carrots, mushrooms and sausages.

Mountain misadventures back on-line

My mountaineering website is now revised and on-line. The address has changed so use the link on the right if you're interested or click here http://www.inglis-sharp.co.uk/ I hope to add some new misadventures in teh coming weeks.

Souvenirs de la Résistance

Whilst clearing out the house at Pont de la Taule at the weekend, behind a stone slab in the old bread, oven I found these: 350 detonators, 60 sticks of dynamite, 25 bullets (.303) and a couple of full clips for a pistol. As the old owner died 20 years ago no doubt he was in the Résistance - perhaps it's been there since then? Certainly from the condition of it all, I'd say so. The gendarmes thought it more likely that it was for felling very large trees...I prefer my story.

Fresh Snow

As happened last August, we have fresh snow on the mountains. It fell Thursday night above 2000m and everything was surprisingly white, but alas I wasn't able to take a photo then. The photo above was taken this morning and most of it has gone now.

Orange.co.uk - Sitebuilder

My three other websites which are hosted by orange.co.uk mysteriously vanished last week. It turns out that orange have decided to sub-contract out their website building and hosting to some third party (MAGIX AG) - and guess what, the new system is 'flash driven' anf therefore not compatible with the old one. Although they claim to have given their customers a warning by e-mail early in july, I never received it (I even checked to make sure it wasn't amongst the huge amount of trash mail orange inundate you with). Incredibly, with a flick of a switch they deleted everyones websites....f***ing unbelievable. Wow! Orange really know how to look after their customers. Seems there are many more people who are equally angry with orange for their erased sites....orange's responses amount to "sorry, but we don't care, we've signed a contract with MAGIX so screw our customers".

If you're ever thinking of having a website, or an ISP or a mobile...you know who NOT to touch with a barge pole.

Pic Rouges de Bassies, Pic Rouge de Belcaire

A griffon vulture on the crest below Pic Rouge de Belcaire

Climbed up Pic Rouges de Bassies (2676m) today with Ian. Starting from Coumebiere we were on the summit in about 2hrs 40min, but it was hot and airless and felt hard work. Last climbed the peak 3 years ago when it was in deep cloud and I saw virtually nothing all day.

The last part of the ascension past Pic Caumale (R) to Pic Rouge de Bassies (centre R) and Pic Rouge de Belcaire (centre L)

After soaking up some rays and looking at future climbing projects, we decided to scramble across the ridge to Pic Rouge de Belcaire -great fun.

The continuation of the ridge to point 2554 was abruptly halted by 25m vertical drop requiring an abseil or at least a rope for protection.

A gulley provided an escape but it was clear that the rest of the ridge is a 'roped' project. Some close encounters with vultures provided some photo opportunities, before we made our way to the Etang des Lavants de l'Escale where some swimming gave us restbite from the heat.

A speedy descent to the car, then cold beer in Ercé and ice cream in Oust before home.

Now we are six

Three more sheep!

A rant about farming here

The cows have been in the woods below Quélébu for the last week. ‘Farming’ up here basically involves enclosing a few tens of hectares or so of other peoples land (mostly absent landlords) with an electric fence and then letting a herd of hundred cows loose in it for two - three weeks a year. The land is otherwise unfenced and mostly woodland, bracken and brambles (once pasture, but neglected and unmaintained for 50 years). The cows trample the vegetation and forage for grass, they destroy the old stone terraces, communal paths and walls – but do nothing to halt the advance of trees, bracken and brambles.

Most landowners here still seem to hold onto the principle of never selling land. I guess this principle is born out of a time when they maintained, used and lived off it, when it was productive agricultural land that their fathers and forefathers had worked hard to create and improve, their only asset. This no longer applies - the land has little agricultural value anymore, few if any of the current landowners are involved in farming or maintain the land and many don’t even live in the Ariege any more (though most retain a second home here to use in the August summer holiday).

One can’t blame the few farmers left here for the way they use the land. Unable to buy it, why should they invest time and money to improve it to pasture once again? There are plenty of people here willing, desperate even, to start farming properly. Every week the local paper is full of adds from local ‘young farmers’ trying to find a few acres of land to buy to ‘start-up’ in business. A search also hampered by France's ludicrous inheritance laws which have left the land split into millions of tiny 'parcelles' - mostly fractions of a acre in size - all under different ownership. Accumulating a couple of acres of 'parcelles' in reasonable proximity to each other is nigh on impossible.

I guess farming will only recommence here when the ‘old guard’ pass on and their children who return to the Ariege for holidays and leisure, will see the land for what it has become – valueless – and take a less compassionate view with regard to selling it to the people who are willing to invest in it and use it - to the good of the local economy and countryside.

Pic Seron (3)

Nina called last night as she fancied stretching her legs - so today another trip to Gerac, this time to climb Pic Seron. Perfect weather and another fine day out in the mountains.

Pointe de la Hillette to Pointe de Rabassère

Pointe de Rabassère and the NW ridge to its right. The horizontal section on the extreme right is seldom (if ever) climbed and required the rope, the rest was easy scrambling/walking even though it looks much harder and is part of the VN.

Finally managed to go back and climb the NW ridge of Pointe de Rabassère (2568m) all the way from Pointe de la Hillette. Penny was free, so we set off early and were at the start of the ridge in about an hour. We roped up and moving together, traversed the ridge. It was good fun 'pioneering' a ridge which has been seldom or perhaps never climbed - no guidebook description to follow, no trace of previous passage.

The start

There were some huge unstable blocks, at least three 'through routes' and some interesting route finding. In fact the ridge was nowhere particularly difficult, but often exposed.

The mother of all 'threads'

Flake anyone?

The end of the roped scrambling

The grade probably PD with sections of II+ (probably avoidable), no abseils required. Protection was there when you needed it and the granite was incredibly rough but quite lichenous.

From the summit we descended the east ridge then bagged Pic Turguilla (2527m) before returning via the Cabane Turguilla to Gerac.

Turguilla

David on 'Les Choucas'

Climbing today at Turguilla and the rain held off until 4.00pm. In fact the weather was warm and sunny for most of the day as we were above the clouds. We visited 3 sectors - "C'est quand qu'on arrive?" where we climbed Maries Celle (5b), then we moved to "C'est encore loin" climbing Les choucas (5b), L'ami molette (6a), then two excellent routes C'est pour toi (5c) and Spitonneur (6a) and finally "C'est pas vrai!" climbing Le rhum des coins (5b) which was not worthwhile.

Yaron on 'Spitonneur'

David managed to walk in and climb 3 of the routes with his repaired heels and Yaron experienced his first hanging belay!

Hanging belay on 'Les Rhum des Coins'

Away from civilisation at 1900m the site has a "belle ambiance des montagnes" and lovely rough granite.

Anisclo

Whilst I scythed, picked and froze my french beans, harvested potatoes and washed clothes, Yaron and David went to Spain to the Anisclo canyon. It's truly spectacular but I've been many times already. The Spanish side of the mountains were very hot, whilst here in France the clouds blew-in in the afternoon, and tonight it's drizzly. Hopefully a short walk in the mountains tomorrow.

Climbing at Auzat

Yesterday Yaron and David headed off to Foix and the underground river at Labouiche (whilst I caught up with shopping and farmwork). They spotted this great bit of art on the way.

Today we headed to Auzat for a spot of climbing on the granite (mostly 5c), with Penny and Will - it was hot on the rock.

On the way back over the Port de Lers the parapentes were out.

David's heels were still really painful but tonight we've put some compeed on so hopefully they'll be up to one last walk or climb before their holiday is over.

Mont Valier (3)

A religious experience?

Rupert was keen to get a big mountain day in before he left tomorrow, so with the weather forecast to improve in the afternoon, I decided to take him, Yaron and David up Mont Valier from the Col de Pause via Port d'Aula and Petit Valier. Although there's only 1850m of height gain it's a long and tiring route with a short section of exposed scrambling before Petit Valier -but to my mind the best way up the mountain (without climbing).

We set off from the Col de Pause at 8.00 in thick damp cloud with poor visibility. We quickly reached the Port d'Aula (1hr 20) where conditions improved dramatically. It was one of those days when France was deep in cloud and Spain bathed in bright sunshine. Occassionally the cloud would spill over the frontier ridge and strange miniature rainbows would appear before us.

We saw the usual wildlife - marmots, isards, vultures, and a Pyrenean frog. After the scramble along the ridge in cold swirling clouds, the sky cleared a little and Valier appeared above the 'cotton wool' sea.

It took us 6hrs to reach the summit (including lunch stops) but the views with the many layers and types of clouds were fantastic and worth the effort.

David on the summit

With visibility still poor below 2500m in France and Yaron and David looking tired (too long sat behind desks), I decided not to return via the Couloir de Peyre Blanc so we returned the same way.

Col de Peyre Blanc

The return leg was at a much slower pace and we finally got back to the car after 11hrs.

Back at the house David removed his boots to reveal some horrific open blisters - amazingly he'd felt no discomfort until the last hour of the descent.

Ouch!

Visitors and mushrooms

Yaron, David, Rupert and Charlie arrived yesterday evening. Although it was the hottest day of the year so far, last night we had an electrical storm and today it has remained cool and overcast. So a walk nearby and the chance to collect some mushrooms.



Tomorrow, a bigger walk in the mountains hopefully.

The Moon setting behind Mont Valier

Port d'Aula, Port de Salau (Mountain bike)

Climbing out of the cloud

It's been quite a while since I was last on the mountain bike (years) but I've been harbouring a plan to cycle upto the Port d'Aula (2260m) traverse the spanish slopes to the Port de Salau (2087m) and descend to Salau and then Couflens.

Today was the day and together with Ian and Barry, an early start was made. The thought of 1700m of ascent was a bit too daunting so we drove to the Col de Pause (1527m) to kill some of the height gain. We were soon above the clouds but the early morning sun wasn't too hot, so the ascent was lovely.

The rocky track which leads to the Port d'Aula is at an unchanging gradient from start to finish and we reached it in a little over 2 hours.

The first section of switchbacks leading to the Cabane d'Areau

On the Spanish side things change dramatically - no paths, no waymarks, just steep slopes to traverse on narrow sheep tracks. perhaps 10% of the 5km could be ridden the rest was pushing, dragging or carrying the bike. Awkward, but not too demanding. Another 1hr 30mins saw us at the Port de Salau and the start of 1400m (4500ft) of descent.

The Port d'Salau

We managed to ride 90% of it. In fact the trickiest part was the path between 1450m and 1300m where many rocks made the going delicate - more so after one of my feet slipped off the pedals and the other shin received an almighty whack from it - drawing blood and I'll have quite a bruise!

Stopped in at Les Myrtilles when we arrived in Salau for a couple of beers before pressing on back to the car.I won the prize for the ascent, Ian for the descent and Barry got a special prize for sheer determination in the face of adversity. All in all a grand day out.

Wrestling with the Hay

The upper terrace

The middle field

Another hot day (two in a row) and after two trips to St Girons (I can never manage to guess correctly all the plumbing components I need for a job first time around) I have finally finished getting all the hay in. The last field has three Giant Haystacks and the last one, which I have just finished, must be the Big Daddy of them all - about 12 feet high. It was all I could do to throw the hay up onto the top of it.

Big Daddy

Stuff

The rain stayed away for most of today, so after scything field 4 (long overdue) I quickly knocked up a table from a couple of old shutters. Then down to the hayfield to build a haycock with the second day's hay and to rake the third day's hay in windrows and turn it. Hannah, Saskia and Natasha then arrived, baskets in hands, to pick some cherries if I would show them where the cherry trees were. It didn't take long to fill the baskets - just as well, as the rain started shortly afterwards!

Ariege Monsoon

Jeez - will it ever stop raining?

Rain

Spoke too soon, the hay making rain-dance does it again.

Heat, Hay and Flies

Summer seems at last to have arrived and I've been busy making hay in a field in the woods below the house. It belongs to Paul in the village, but he's happy for me to use it and store the hay in his barn nearby too. After the cool and wet May and June, the sudden heat has hatched just about every fly in the Ariege. It's worst down in the woods and so hay making has been hellish. I think the cut grass attracts the flies. It' bad enough that there are a million flies swarming around you, going in your eyes, up your nose, in your mouth, but most of them are clegg flies (a type of horse fly, the female of which is a voracious blood sucker) so you're being bitten too. There were a few massive horse flies (I've seen smaller birds - really scary) and some hornets too - so I decided to build a mesh hood for protection. I now look like a cross between Ned Kelly, the Elephant man and member of the Klu Klux Klan! But it does the job. It's a big field and it'll take three days to cut. So far I've cut 2/3rds, 1/3 is drying and 1/3 is in. Last stint of scything tomorrow. I start at 6.00 each morning but by 9.30 the grass is getting tough, the scythe needs peening and I'm knackered.

Managed to nearly cut my ring finger off at the first joint when I smacked it against the edge of corrugated iron roof. Saw the two bones, some tendons and cartiledge - thought it might need stitching. But instead I used some of the vet's "miracle spray" which worked wonders on the sheeps foot and it's done an equally miraculous job on my finger. Still quite sore and swollen but it fused back together in 24 hours and seems to be working as it should - though with some discomfort.

Where is the summer?

It's the second week of July, the number of decent summer days this year I can count on one hand. It's 1o degrees and I'm sat in front of the fire reading book. It was warmer for most of the winter and certainly sunnier. What's going on!