It being a fine clear day, we took to the hills. Initially to take our favourite view of the high Corbières and Pyrenees from above Arques, and then, on impulse, to enjoy the views from the col at Pailhères. In between, we tried a road over the Col du Pradel, finding a 'route barrée' sign at the summit. Helpful, we thought. Well, when we got to the col, the dreadlocked and dentally-impaired chap who had passed us on the way up was losing a bit of weight by the roadside, and came to ask us if we knew anything about the supposed closure. Establishing that we were close neighbours, he from the Pas de Calais and we from the other end of the tunnel, we entered into a pact to try it and see. The road seemed to have disappeared at one point, so the cows were treating it as an extension of their territory. Further down, there were some eroded edges that I wouldn't want to have met after dark and after dinner. That aside, nae bather, and a breathtaking road we shall drive again. We parted company with our old hippy friend at the foot of the hill with a couple of hoots on the horn, and headed off up to Pailhères. Amazing. We couldn't quite see the sea, but we could certainly see as far as the valley of the Garonne.
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