As the nights are drawing closer and the smell of burning wood lingers in the air, one knows that autumn is truly here. And although the changing colours of the trees and the crackling sound of broken leaves under feet delight people everywhere in the world, there is a lot to be said about the bucolic peace and sense of wonder one will encounter on a walk through the many quiet roads that criss-cross our region.
From the village of Jasses, just outside the fortified village of Navarrenx, we took a country lane that lead us through copper-coloured forest. Half an hour later, we left the forest behind and stepped into farmland as far as the eyes could see, on the way to Ogenne. The straight road became hills and, from the highest point, the vista was breathtaking. We were overcome with joy at the sight of the snow-capped mountains. Layered on top of the views of the Pyrenees were hills covered in green, yellow, red, and peaceful cows grazing. We continued our walk until out of Ogenne and took a right turn onto the main road towards Navarenx, where for 3km we were regaled with a fantastic sunset. We made our way back to Jasses and picked up our car, happy that we’d made it before dark.
At home, sat in front of the crackling fire with a glass of red wine, we nursed our battered feet and felt intensely grateful.