This is what we saw when we reached the top of a col on the way to see a house between Monestier and Cordes. We just couldn't believe it. These are the Pyrenees, and they are a HUNDRED MILES AWAY (I checked on Google Earth when we got back). I want to go there. Just imagine if you were a buzzard - you'd probably see this sort of sight every day, as you soared high on thermals over the Quercy Blanc.
I've always thought, if there is such a thing as reincarnation, I would like to come back as a bird. My ideal, up to now, has been to come back as a swift, but maybe a buzzard would be even better. Swifts are such amazing flyers - and they seem to know it. The thrill as they race around the sky, vying with each other as they show off their dazzling aeronautical skills.
The only problem, is their diet of flies. I'm not sure I could stomach that. Come to think of it, a buzzard's diet of small dead furry animals (raw) does not appeal that much either. On the other hand, if you are a swift, bugs probably seem quite delicious. Similarly, buzzards probably relish nothing better than a freshly dead field mouse, or a road kill rabbit carcase. To be fair, they probably both think the idea of boiling sprouts and then eating them is disgusting. And then who are we to squirm about flies and dead mice, when we (or at any rate, the French) are quite happy to eat snails and frogs legs? I wonder what they eat in the Pyrenees.
What a fabulous view! It inspired me to go outside and look at Ingleborough, which is not 100 miles away. Not quite the same.
ReplyDeleteSometimes atmospheric conditions produce these amazing views. It's not so simple to achieve what you have done and capture it with a camera. It's breathtaking even on here.
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