High summer

The last time I saw the Canigou mountain it was snow covered but you would be hard pushed to find a nevet of snow now, even in a north facing crevice. However, there are usually one or two.  At the height of the Belle Epoque, at the turn of the last century, locals would go up to fetch ice for the drinks of the wealthy English when the village was a reputed spa resort. Of course, they were paid a pittance.  The Canigou race to commemorate this event took pace last week end, 34kms of rough terrain and over 2000 metres of ascent.  That the winner could do this in a little over three hours beggars belief.
I spent most of the day trying to clear the garden/jungle, wash windows and fix the washing machine.  It will take a few days to get the house back in order after a long absence but today good progress was made.