Marcilhac -sur-cele  to Cabrerets

The picture doesn’t lie. We waked up to a cold, rainy Friday morning. We put on us several layers.  The church bells rang to signal that it’s nine o’clock and we should move on. One kilometer uphill, not too difficult but still an effort (Doron went fast as if to finish it as soon as possible and I walked slowly), took us out of the valley. half an hour later, at the top -again an amazing view of the valley and the surrounding cliffs. The path became slippery under the rain and our full attention was required in order not to stumble on the stones. We passed between stone fences, and it looked as if the ancient farmers, those who had been laboriously clearing the fields and removing masses of stones, built fences and left the rest on the pass.

Yellow snails 

Yellow lemon-colored snails decorated the path. We walked carefully between them so as not to squash  and kill and the effort led us to an existential conversation. Considering that we are some kind of supreme force for the snails, does it similar to the ‘force majeure’ that might or might not exists above us- sometimes caring and seeing, sometimes indifferent or cruel? Our views were very different and after awhile we dropped the subject. Either way,  the next day we have not seen the snails, they disappeared.  Maybe it had to do with the weather and the particular vegetation around us. The trail led us into the woods- Green moss covered the fences and trees and created a magical world of quite. The path led us up and down and finally met the road. At the junction there were a number of agricultural buildings and, alongside the road, an old remnant, a stand  that farriers used for shoeing . And again, another mountain to climb. By 11 o’clock we arrived to the summit. Facing the view was an old farmhouse and a mare with a foal trying to learn how to stand.