Even after a gathering of buddleias to add to my inside bouquets, I still needed a little extra push yesterday. A bike ride was just the thing.
I thought about my morning options and headed out in the direction of Cajarc, even though I knew I wasn't going to go all the way in since we were still in the throws of Africajarc.
Instead, when I got to the bus stop I made a left and took myself down to the road/path that runs along between the Lot River and the fields.
Lots of corn and asparagus this year. I was remembering all the years of tobacco and those pretty pink flowers, but I honestly can't remember the last time any has been planted here.
I'd hoped to go all the way to the bridge. At one point I heard a motor and expected to see someone on the road. But, I soon looked up and there above me was a hang-glider with a motor attached. I'd never seen that before.
I didn't make it to the bridge. The land beside the farmer's fields was very dry to the point that the edge was powdered dust. It was too hard to ride in and got all over me, so I turned around there and headed back.
I do pay attention to the farm houses and barns around here. Since I've joined a "barns" group, I've realized that there are even more barns than I thought.
I'm always passing right in front of this farm and barn on the road into Cajarc. I'll have to get some more shots up close from the road at the base of the cliff. As you can imagine, a very different view than Sunday's.
Happy Monday!
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