June 2001

June 2001 was a trip to Lescun in the Pyrenees. It absolutely beautiful. We went three years in a row: this was the last. I would still be going, but the distance was a bit much for some, and the lack of a beach was thought to be a problem too.

It was wonderful to wake up and take your coffee onto the terrace and stare at row upon row of mountains in the blue haze. Sometimes it rained, though I didn't take pictures then.

I remind myself of the witch in Chun the Unavoidable. But at least I'm not plucking out anyones eyes.

Miriam and Daniel in the meadow beneath the Aiguilles.




A mountain somewhat unflatteringly named the Bidet; this view from above of its long ridge reaching out towards the meadow of Sanchez.




"Stream above waterfall" says the photo title but I can't remember which!




Cloudshadows playing on La Billare, the double-peaked mountain behind our gite.




There was no E then, only young D, and indeed he was young, not even 4. Here he clutches Mr Weasel.




Two butterflies.




I unblocked a stream bed, allowing water to flow over grass. I watched, interested, as it spread down the dry streambed, lifting up the daisies as it did so. Sometimes, as here, the slow rise let the surface tension lift the water over the top of the daisy.