Le Puy de Dôme

Le Puy de Dome

(big shot).


	Wouldn't they have fitted inside the van? On the car park at the top of the Col de Ceyssat, as high as one can go up the Puy de Dome by road without paying. It was raining heavily, so on that day we went no further.

He appreciated the rain at the basilique at Orcival. I felt an affinity with this chap, perhaps because he would have taken even longer than we did to travel from Dunkerque.

A basilica in France is likely to be "a church that has been accorded certain privileges by the pope" (vague, or what?), rather than a reference to the structure, "having a nave with a semicircular apse, two or four side aisles, a narthex, and a clerestory."

The spiked peak in the 4 shots above (all taken within a few minutes & from not many more metres away from each other), is La Roche Sanadoire.

	Does it require too much imagination to interpret hanging cloud as the vapours and smoke from a living volcano?		Les Roche Tuiliere et Sanadoire.

Le Lac du Guéry. We had not the slightest idea that that evening's campsite would be so close to the "spikies" in the background.

Growing at the roadside where I took the photograph above.

Dropping down to Le Mont Dore. Seems to me that it's sometimes hard to beat a through-the-windscreen shot, but perhaps you had to be there!.

Domaine De La Grande Cascade.

What made me chose from the www this particular site, I wonder?

Photography all wrong, but I just don't care!

I can't adequately explain why I liked so much this shot from behind the driver's seat.

Was it just to tease me that Jo refused to believe that that snow was snow? But why else would there be ski lifts on the mountain? Even my early birthday present from Jo, a 75-300mm lens, seemed unable to persuade her.

In the scree we could see a natural match for the White Horse of Uffington (but it looked more like a camel), and below the scree the second of two flocks of sheep which, with their bells ringing, poured across the mountainside.

King of the castle?