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Right on my doorstep

Leaving the 'centre ville'

Leaving the ‘centre ville’

The église

The église

Up many steps

Up many steps

Figs leafing

Figs leafing

Canigou

Canigou

Les Capucins

Les Capucins

Cherries in blossom

Cherries in blossom

Terraced orchards

Terraced orchards

Les Balcons de Céret

Les Balcons de Céret

Tiny cherries forming

Tiny cherries forming

Up the cobblestoned road, through the arched gateway at the old town wall, a few minutes walk through the medieval heart of Céret and then ‘out the other side’… steps lead up the hill…

Wildflowers line the steep path that passes a bank of irises, winding its way around the hillside. It opens to cherry orchards and then becomes a forest track, with cascading water pouring down a mossy aqueduct…

The ascent

The ascent

Following cascades, uphill

Following cascades, uphill

Les Albères

Les Albères

Crossing a section of road

Crossing a section of road

Plucking tiny spears of asparagus and marvelling at both the flowing water and the view (with Canigou’s peaks on my right), I found myself at 369 metres above sea level, looking across to Les Albères and the Mediterranean coast.

A world away from the cafés of the town and the distant hum from roads that traverse the plains: butterflies flit from lavender to thyme as leaves unfurl and spring ‘brings joy’ after an emotional week.

“Rest in peace” Charlie Hatch, my ‘Fijian Uncle’. My thoughts are with you Merilyn and Karl, and all your family.

When loved-ones pass, it reminds us to take the time to notice the details. To revel in simple pleasures; to find delight in what is already under our nose. Taking a new path, allowing adventures to unfold… breathing in all life has to offer ‘in the moment’ rather than counting the steps towards a goal. Embracing the unknown without thinking where it will lead…

The outskirts - Pont du Diable

The outskirts – Pont du Diable

Approaching Céret

Approaching Céret

Back in my street

Back in my street

Approaching the doorstep

Approaching the doorstep

A little reminder

A little reminder

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2 thoughts on “Right on my doorstep

  1. mesarapugs on said:

    A beautiful tribute and journey amongst the Printemps!

  2. Pingback: The hidden valley | Panier of Plenty

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